Coming to Terms

Nothing will ever be as bad as Game 6 1986. But Sunday night was close. I can't remember another instance since that Saturday night/Sunday morning of October 25th/26th when I was 14 of such instantanious and sickening loss. I kind of knew all game: Brady was obviously off...hurt...and there were too many ominous moments and a general sense of nervousness and unease. Still. This one hurts. Absolutely. Perfection is indeed unachievable.

18-1. So close. Not enough.