The Rams lose the Game!
Two weeks ago after I finished my gardening chores, I made a sandwich and flipped on the TV. It was the Rams vs the Forty-Niners! Who would go to the SuperBowl?
I'm not the biggest fan of the modern gladiator sports. Traumatic brain injuries for fun and profit? However, that said, Spartacus is a great movie and I like the endings of a sport season. Besides, the Rams are the home team. Back when I was sixth grade, I saw the Fearsome Foursome take on Bart Starr and Paul Hornung under their coach, Vince Lombardi. But back then I was poor, now I have more money, however I can't afford football tickets. Ah, the weird economics of modern sports.
Anyway, back to the game. I sent my son a shot of the screen. I watched the whole thing. Albeit I was doing other things: Played an online game with my brother, did the latest Wordle, and ordered seeds for the garden. In the end, I was very disappointed by the Forty-Niners interception that spoiled any chance of a Rams victory. The Rams lost!
Yes, in my universe the Rams lost.
The Forty-Niners would be heading to the SuperBowl.
Later that evening, Linda and I were watching the news. All these LA fans were cheering. What the heck! Why were they happy? What do you mean that the Rams won? I saw them lose.
Had I gone in and out of a parallel universe where the Berenstein Bears existed, JFK Jr was actually alive and the Rams lost?
No, I watched a replay of a two week old game, and missed the actual play-off.