Halftime Sunday, I changed my entire outfit, took both the Aaron Rodgers cutout and replica Lombardi Trophy out of the living room to mix it up.
I don’t wear much make-up nor did I cry but for some reason the image of a woman, with mascara running down her face, ugly crying is what I think of.
Watching until the very end, it only took me about an hour post-game Sunday to accept the bad ugly. You?
Based on recent conversations and social media posts, I believe most fans have reached the acceptance stage.