the ethics of Losing... they are such better people than those who win once in a while... it put me in mind of Yeats' "The Second Coming," except instead of the hoped-for messiah being a "rough beast," in their case it's a literally fumbling twit... (Yes, I am apparently on an English Lit jag)
With apologies to Yeats
THE SECOND COMING
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The QB cannot see the receiver;
The play falls apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the field,
The dark-blue tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of Xs and Os is drowned;
The JEST lack all conviction, while the Pats
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Namath
Troubles my sight: in the waste of the Meadowlands;
A shape with bronco body and his head on his hand,
A gaze blank and clueless as his coach,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant McElroy.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That four decades of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a lack of titles,
And what lame JEST, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards the Meadowlands to be born?