The chances are high that if you’re reading this article, you care about the Dallas Cowboys.
Because you care, this season has probably ran you through the gamut of emotions.
Elation. Pride. Despair.
Two months of torture, followed by a week and some change of hope, just to go right back to being tortured.
Hope again.
And now?
Well, I guess that depends on the type of person you are.
For me, it’s anger and frustration, mixed with a little bit of shame.
I’m ashamed, of myself, for letting the Cowboys play Lucy to my Charlie Brown.