People are going home from where they watched the game in boisterous groups, where they were Happy, and full of Life and Excitement, and now there’s no talking, no more amusing verbal disparagements and derogatory remarks directed at the Quarterback Tom Brady of the New England Patriots, his wife, and his haircut, now there is just finding your coat and going home.
I don’t think anybody is mad at that guy who missed the field goal. People are just Sad.
There is only Sad.
Nobody is gonna order too-many-more drinks at the bar, so the bars are Sad. Nobody’s probably gonna buy too much more Purple stuff, like hats or T-shirts or those Purple stick-on moustaches, until next year, so everybody who sells Purple stuff is sad.*
There won’t be any more pizzas ordered for victory parties, so pizza places are Sad. Also: Chicken Wings.
Strip joints are sad because nobody’s gonna be so happy about Winning they go out more and spend the money they won from betting on the Ravens, so strippers are Sad. I wouldn’t want to be a stripper tonight, you know? Talk about a Tough Crowd.

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