Everything is fine, actually.
I spent a good deal of yesterday pondering the Monday night massacre and it occurred to me that I felt almost no sadness or even the slightest bit of ill-will towards the team that just brutalized my team on national television for four hours.
It's a wild place to be, considering that at this time last year I was strongly contemplating arson against either Dabo Swinney or the fellonious referees (or both!). But this year, I'm at peace. My team was fairly and squarely beaten – nay, drubbed –by the clear-cut best team in college football with a roster made up of remarkably likeable human beings.