So, the morning after the night before. For all you so-called whiners, think about your overseas contingent. I can't speak for all our diverse membership, but if like me you stayed up for the game until 0300 where every single minute was a mixture of angst and joy, only to have someone extract your intestines through your mouth 22 seconds from the end, I can feel your pain.
Getting up three hours later to head off for the Monday morning workload and taking pot-shots at your family, the dog, your neighbours and your work colleagues is not a recipe for a pleasant day, particularly those that know you. Being the second year in a row this has happened makes the situation all the more unbearable.
But I'm over it now. I'm over it because I'm just a casual fan. I didn't play in the game, didn't coach in the game, didn't contribute to the game one iota. So whatever I feel pales into insignificance to those that did contribute, the people who coached, and most of all, those that played.
So I won't be whining.
I will be praying though. I will be praying that this unit stays together. I will be praying that the coaching staff stays together. I'll be praying that our injured players get the nurturing and healing they deserve so they can return to form next season.
Most of all though, I'll be thankful that after many, many years, my 49ers, my team, are a team that I can love, whether they win, draw or lose. Not that I ever stopped supporting them, but the pass-friendly, QB-protecting NFL of this century is not the game it used to be. This is my team, and it's your team too. So take time out over the next few days and weeks and let your feelings show.
Keep the players and the coaches in your hearts and let them know their time will come.