I always turn into a complete lunatic on bout day. Every single bump in the road turns into an OMFG WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE disaster of monumental proportions.
(That, and everyone has a favor to ask of me. Which is fine for the first or second person but by the time I get to the twelfth person asking if she can set a ticket aside at the box office for a friend to pick up I am exhaling fire down their necks.)
The bout, of course, was fantastic. Our team lost BY TWO POINTS. Gaa. (I couldn't watch because I was in the box office, but I could hear the screaming and I could see the scoreboard through the window.)
So next time, June 12, it's us. Whee!
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