I actually got things done-- the stupid assignment at work, the annoying errand-- that I had been putting off because doing them would be frustrating/boring/whatever. But today, I knew that nothing could make me feel worse than I already did, so I went ahead and got productive. An ordinarily frustrating meeting is just sort of there when you feel too hollow to be frustrated...
I've never felt this bad over something I know is just a game before. Stomachache, heartache... last night I couldn't take a deep breath around the knot in my chest.
That spoiled, nasty piece of work Kobe gets to be put on yet another pedestal while great guys like our Three get trivialized as one-hit wonders. Life is not fair.