Triple Wham, Bammer! Black and Blue Bummer.

Adding Insult to injury:  We were already bruised up, coming out of what came to be known as the "Black and Blue" division of the National Football League, which is comprised of both a National Football Conference (a bit redundant if you ask me) and the others, who like to refer to themselves as the real, "all  American" Football Conference (even though the NFC holds a slight lead in bringing home the Vince Lombardi trophy). Our home team, the won, I mean the one that almost won last evening, having to travel all the way to the west coast (now, is that what you call fair?!) came out of the North divisional playoffs -- the division known for its "rough, tough" rivalry, style of play...rugged. Resulting in just about every single player being just above the disabled list, boarding the team plane already bruised up, all "black and blue" -- plus leaving a bloody trail behind in the locker room, for the loyal attendants to clean up. How is that fair, they ask, the ones they leave behind...And now, having given up a sizeable lead, in the second half of the biggest game this franchise has seen since the "I like Ike" Eisenhower years, they come back to us, feeling very blue, with their loyal followers, car-a-vanning, leaving a huge puddle, of tears -- those that reflect the BIG one that got away, but joining those that, like the Olympians that don't quite make it past the trials, shedding tears of joy-ish: "what a great ride!" 

Not your Grandfather's Bummers: "Not your father's Oldsmobile" was a slogan used by GM to distance itself from the sleepy seniors among us, in an appeal to the next, "up-and-coming" gens. In order to attract new buyers. Our state Guv, in turn, is using catchy phrases to catch the attention, especially to draw in some new residents, broaden the tax base. My offering, appeal, on behalf of our home team, harkens back to a time that our team used to be ushered off the field of play (i.e., the same field the Tigers played on, both of which came to be known as Pussycats) with a hail of "Boos!" accompanied by the catchy phrase "what a bunch of bums!" Not anymore. These are the "real deal" and can be counted on to bring us their best again next year (it's the kind of unswerving optimism that makes us one of the best sport towns, on behalf of those looking at relocating here...). 

A Cause Celebre: On behalf of all the Monday moaning quarterbacks who like to believe that "only if they had...on this and that play...the score would have ended up different..." This, along with the on the field, in the press box analysts who are "paid the big bucks!" to analyze all this for us..."if he had not got tackled, he'd still be running..." What we around here can all agree on, hope for, is that every single player on the roster along with all those coming back all bruised up, can at least keep their egos intact. You guys "outdid yourselves!" (complimentary, I think). Besides, now you can get a head start on the two teams that have to endure two more weeks of bumping, bruising...

Restore the snore: Now, I can finally get to bed at the usual time again, rest up for next season...

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BYB: "Bless You Boys!"