I rocked back and forth. I chewed my fingernails. Groaned, moaned, and covered my eyes a few times. I scared the cats with my vocal outbursts. My cussing woke up the children one time.
All of it, the whole Godforsaken game, one of the most harrowing Bulldog games I have ever watched, was worth it after a win, and seeing this little gem:
Ah, there is nothing sweeter than victory over one’s nemesis. Nothing.