I woke up yesterday morning to the sound of rain tapping on my window, a
bedroom as icy as my dead heart, and an overwhelming desire to pull the covers over my head and leave them there until 2012. To be fair, I think that’s how anyone would feel after spending the first Saturday night of the New Year watching a Sister Wives marathon on TLC, but in my case, it was also because I knew I had to drag myself out of bed to attend a 49ers game with no purpose other than to hammer home the terrible disappointment that was the 2010 season. Plus, I had to do it in the freezing cold rain. Yay.
The 77X, which is normally standing room only by the time it makes its last stop before the freeway, had exactly seven other lunatics people on it. There was no jovial banter between the locals and the Cardinals fans. In fact, it was the bus ride to Candlestick I’ve taken where there weren’t any opposing fans onboard. Even my Bud Light tallboy tasted like bitter disappointment and regret. (I mean, don’t get me wrong: I still managed to choke it down, but it wasn’t without a fight
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