Sometimes sports brings out my worst characteristics. Like right now, for example.
Tonight I morphed into a giant suckwad, mostly because I was losing. My face got red and I wanted to kick something and scry (the combo scream/cry with the projectile tears).
I came home and addressed my frustration with appropriate maturity: couch + television + leftover Christmas brittle.
At least I get to navigate the German train system tomorrow.
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