“I’m shocked, I’m devastated, I’m humiliated, I’m battered.”
In my other league, I voted for PALIN/ McCain. Sarah Palin so excited my base. She was the beam of light in my tired, worn-out, generally negative, infantile, past century Grand Old Party. Where can I go now? Where have all the flowers gone? There’s nobody left in New England. No Tom Brady, no Randy Moss, no Red Sox, no Yankees, no senators, no representatives. What century can I dwell in now?
I only see a mountain of debt. I only see a constant bread line for major companies, for financials. Didn’t our president tell us it was just a few “dark economic clouds in the sky?” Didn’t McCain tell us that the “fundamentals of the economy are sound?" I only knew how to stay within the lines in my other league. I never knew how to venture outside the lines. I remember that movie…’The Village’…
I always voted for fear over hope in my other league. I understand fear. ‘Hope’ is too fearful of a word. I’m afraid of hope in that league. I proudly voted for fear twice. It’s all I know. I’m too set in my ways to ever change. They are all making fun of me now in my other league. I’ve never won in my other league. The stock market keeps dropping in my other league. How can so many voters be so wrong? Can’t they see what they just did?

I might have to uproot to Alabama, Mississippi, Georgia, or Texas to play FFB now. In the red-state South, they will eat all the tired old red meat that I like to swallow. They aren’t vegetarians or silly vegans, like up in the Northeast.

I’m not doing well in my other league right now. I’m so grateful for this league, though. I helped elect Barack Obama in this league. It feels fresh, it feels healthier in this league. I won the trophy last year in this league. I’m 6-3 and in second place in this league. I think I’ll be just fine in this league. I might just quit that other league.