Fewer things make me happier than this

I love seeing photos of dejected fans.  It almost doesn’t matter what sport it is, as long as there is disappointment, sometimes tears, and people being miserable, it makes me happy, as the sadistic, misery-seeking societal troll I can sometimes be.

This time however, is doubly good, because it’s Seahawks fans being mopey and miserable, pretty much under the perfect storm of circumstances in which this could possibly be the end result: victory all but inevitable, with the Seahawks two yards away from the game-winning touchdown, only seconds after a miracle of a catch, guaranteed to be immortalized in championship packages for decades if and when they completed the comeback victory, only to watch it all vanish in the blink of an eye as a result of what’s being already hailed as the worst play call in history when the Patriots intercepted the ball and sealed the game.

Seriously, the Seachickens had four downs to gain a half yard, 18 inches, while having the current best running back in the game who also happens to be an impending free agent, which means he would have guaranteed gotten into the end zone on at least four attempts, and the Seachickens and their legions of bandwagon fans would have been able to boast about being repeat Super Bowl champions.

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