This would easily be the worse loss if my heart hadn't already been pulled out of my chest during the Rams game, then stopped on repeatedly in the Chiefs game. Watching it, even when it was 23-10, both my dad and I said, if we don't score another touchdown it's 24-23 Loss. Because we knew, we were just thinking how we were going to blow this game. On the punt return, just before the kick, I actually thought that the one thing we had going for us was our Defense. The Bears couldn't move the ball so all we had to do is stop their drive...and our special teams completely wiffed again.
Even with Rackers running out on the field, the thought was, "We're the Cardinals, we can't get 2 yards on from 2nd and 2, we've blown a giant lead...we're just destined to lose this game."..and the ball sails left.
In the Rams game, it was such a turn around of emotions. They fumbled the ball, botched the game, and for once, we were going to come out on top. I really believed that, until we fumbled the ball right back to them. Kansas
City, I still had a glimmer of hope that we weren't completely jinxed. But after having both of those games sucker punch me in the crotch...well, I was already braced for our complete melt down.
So, as an individual game. Yes, this is the worse loss ever. But emotionally, I was already prepared for us to screw the pooch...and I wasn't in that Rams game.
And now back to throwing up....
Speaking of which, can we nick-name the stadium the "Vomitorium" now that we all get sick to our stomachs after watching the games?
