Medicate Me For Overtime

I don't do well with close games.  Don't get me wrong I don't want to lose by a million points but those nail biting overtime games just about kill me.  Both teams always want it so badly. They are all hustling and trying as hard as humanly possible to come out on top.  Meanwhile I am in the stands trying to come out of the game with my manicure still intact.

I could never be the mom of an Olympic athlete.  Having so much on the line with so much to lose and me not having any control over the outcome would require a Valium IV drip from the opening ceremonies to the final competition.

My problem with all sporting events is that someone has to lose.

It is for that very reason that I hate the Super Bowl.  Every year there is all the hype and hoopla.  They show the quarterbacks families in their seats all decked out in their teams sports gear.  Their kids have their faces painted with their daddy's number and everyone is all smiles.  That is until the game is over.

When the crowd on the field is celebrating I can't help but think back to the families of the opposing team making their way to their cars.  The kids are sniffling and asking "what do you mean we aren't going to Disney World?".  Can't you just see their little pitiful faces?

I know all you sports buffs are cringing right now and feeling the urge to give me a lecture about how competition builds character.  I know, I know but does it always have to involves some one's heart getting broken?