I care. I will always care. I was so angry and distraught this afternoon, that I was shaking with fury, with tears in my eyes. Despite constant let downs for the last 30 years, I was so hopeful that we could get it in from the 2 yard line with 19 seconds left. This one hurt more than any game in a long time. I convinced myself that we could pull this off, then beat Chicago and be 3 - 3. We'd be right in the thick of things for a possible wildcard spot. I wanted that to happen so badly. Was praying for it. As usual, I had my heart ripped out yet again. I wish I wasn't so emotionally invested into this garbage. I wish I didn't care. I wish I could shrug it off. That's not the case for me. It never gets easier for me. I'm 40 years old now. Clearly it will never get easier for me. I anticipate all week long, it takes forever for Sunday to arrive and then it becomes a miserable day for me, 90 percent of the time 😢