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I felt empty watching it happen. I tried to come up with something to describe what I was going through, but no words would suffice.
I could tell it was coming; after all there couldn’t have been a better ending to one of the acts of the great Souths-Chooks script. No one could have come up with the storyline but somehow it made perfect sense.
It had to happen that way. You can even call it justice for them to serve back what the Roosters did to them back in round one.
Going into that match, I didn’t think the Roosters would have a solid chance of stealing another victory from the Rabbitohs. The Souths have better players who are in form and I never thought I would say this about Russell Crowe’s boys, but they have a more consistent squad.
I didn’t have any expectation for the Roosters to win. But when they were leading towards the end of the match, I started to believe. In retrospect that was a bad decision.
Bill Simmons put it this way: “You’re not even that mad. You just feel empty inside. You head into every big game assuming you will lose, and when it happens it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy”.
“You claim you have your guard up, only deep down that guard is lowered just enough that you’re hoping against hope that this game will be different. Only it never is.”
I never really felt sorry for teams suffering heart-breaking losses. Bayern Munich deserved to lose the Championship Final because they wasted chances to put Chelsea away.
The Heat went down against the Mavs because LeBron failed to become the player he is now.
Milan was defeated in Istanbul because they relaxed in the second half.
It was only right the Red Sox won Game seven in 2004 when Yankees got outpitched by a Curt Schilling bleeding into his sock.
The Tigers were never going to win in 2010 after they lost an uncontested scrum; I mean how on earth do you lose an uncontested scrum?
To be fair, I am only being a prick because my teams pulled off a few of these amazing victories over the years. I can still vaguely recreate these scenarios in my mind.
They are the reasons why I am a sports fan; I stick with my often disappointing teams so I get to experience the joys when these unlikely wins happen.
As fate would have it, on Monday night my fellow Roosters supporters and I were the ones whose miseries the rest of NRL got to build their happiness on, and I accept it wholeheartedly.
As a sports fan you know what you signed up for. It wasn’t the first time and i’t wont be the last.
Last night’s game was just a reminder that for every ecstatic fan out there, there is another fan who is suffering from unimaginable gut-wrenching agony.
Karma is a bitch.
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