Over

Even the loyal 12th man fans must feel like Popeye today. About an hour into the game I had to take an escapist nap.  When I woke up, there were 30 seconds left to play and the Seahawks had just made a touchdown. Woo-ho, we couldn't possibly lose now. As John likes to remind me,  it isn't over until it's over.   I took a walk outside after the game, and it seemed like a great sad hush had fallen over our neighborhood.  But as they say...there's always next year.