No. HELLZ to da NO.
Winner, winner, chicken dinner.
I promise you there were prayers, on their knees in front of tv screens, and tears for all the rabid fans that passed, when it was final, finally, ours.
I'm exhausted, and I didn't even prepare a party. (too superstitious) and I didn't even clean up after the one I was invited to--too not in the mood.)
It's been the second-best Sunday of our lives.
We're still waiting for the best, most superstitiously.