My emotional roller coaster last night:
After their first drive: Meh, we're going to lose, as I expected.
After our first drive: Hmm, maybe we can make it interesting at least.
When we took the lead: Hey, we have shot here.
When I found out Rangel was done: Well poop, that optimism didn't last long.
When we took the lead in the 4th: Holy Freaking Cow, we are going to win this thing.
Approximately one minute of game time later: %$@#&%$#, Fire everybody, what do you mean I'm out of beer. Screw it, time for bed.
This morning: When does basketball start?