I’ve had this problem a lot this year. What do I do with all this rage? How can I make my life feel better after giving up yet another large lead in the fourth quarter to an inferior opponent? And this time losing? Mother fucking god dammit. I say mother fucking god dammit with the matter-of-factness of a 30-year veteran bailiff, which I am not, because I want to pound my fingers through someone’s skull, but I don’t know whose. I want to break something, but I don’t know ...
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