at times like these I always turn to MY favorite bard...Joe Shakeskerrpeare...
Te bow, or not te bow: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and tosses of outrageous futility,
Or to take legs against a sea of tacklers,
And by opposing end them? To lose: to sit;
No more; and by a loss to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That a quarterback is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To sit, to watch;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of benchwarming what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal field,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long a delivery..
I think...I'm...gonna.....cry.....hwell: