For the last few years upon playoff exit, the feelings that tended to dominate where more along the lines of "if we didn't **** up this or that" we could be hoisting the Lombardi. The feeling this year is much different. The effort wasn't there. We were as sloppy as sloppy can be. We got beat by a team that we could have beaten by 5 scores in my opinion. We essentially went into the playoffs, rolled over, and died. I'm not sure how to really deal with the defeat. I'm quite sick about it. The sickness that pervades my mind has a thickness to it that I haven't experienced in my entire history of being a sports fan. The hope and optimism that resided beforehand has all but dissipated. The tiniest modicum of enthusiasm remains as that game represented an almost complete enervation of my team spirit. Perhaps time heals all wounds, Perhaps next year at this time there will be a complete reversal, and all the pessimism I hold now is just a temporary moment of weakness, but as of right now I'm not sure that there is a word, a phrase, a photograph, or any other form of mankind expression of emotion that would do the sickness and sadness I feel justice. It really does feel like our team died in that game.

... I'm not sure that there is a word, a phrase, a photograph, or any other form of mankind expression of emotion that would do the sickness and sadness I feel justice. It really does feel like our team died in that game.

Hindsight is always 20-20.