Fast forward to this week. The Ravens season just ended this past Sunday in the AFC Championship game against the New England Patriots. The game was in New England and we outplayed them on most fronts. After finally taking the lead, we lost the game in the final seconds on a 1-2 punch after Lee Evans dropped an extremely important touchdown pass after it got batted away by a defender. Then, our Kicker, Billy Cundiff, totally muffed a very easy 32-yard field goal by shanking it way left. Game over, Ravens go home. See ya next year.
It was bad enough to lose the game. But to lose like that, Ravens fans have been devastated for the past few days. The fog is starting to lift. Life will certainly go on. But it's been a dark and dreary three days if you bleed purple.
When Ed and I were complaining and moaning about the loss, Isabelle feigned sadness as well for a bit. Then she reminded us of a very important life lesson. This is one we started very early with her when we play our family favorites of Chutes & Ladders, Candy Land, Connect Four, or Uno.
In every game, there is a winner. And there is a loser. But you have to be a good sport when you lose, congratulate the winner, and hope you win next time.
I'm not quite at the point where I can congratulate the Patriots (baby steps here), nor will I be ready to watch the big show by next Sunday. But I've accepted the fact that the Ravens lost. It was nobody's fault but ours. And I'm not going to be a sore sport about it. Thanks for teaching me something new every day, baby girl.
