Now that I've calmed down, I'm still pissed!!
Bouwmeester comes up big and wins the game for us. And just when we think it's in the bag, one of their
18 shots goes in the net.
47 shots to 19 by all measures of sound sciences should win hockey games!! And for afterhours in HNC to say we didn't hit enough and that's why we lost?!
That's blatant bad luck. I feel like my dog actually ate my homework but I can't tell my teacher the truth because it's too ridiculous to believe.
To go from that happy to absolutely dumbfounded...
I feel like I'm holding my lottery ticket and just when the announcer on the radio calls out the last number I nearly have a heart attack because he calls out all of my numbers. But then the announcer corrects himself and then laughs about it. The 4 looked like a 9 or some ****.
So how do you make lemonaide when you just got handed some mouldy, diseased-riddled lemons that have been sitting behind the fridge for so many years they look like hairy green raisins?
How do turn that
frown upside down when someone just took a 15lb sledge hammer at full swin to your groin while you were wearing spandex doing the splits?
HOW!?!