I'm devastated. I go sit in the fetal position in the corner in my room, hugging my teddy bear, Mr. Teddy, and eating a pint of Haagan Daz while listening to Michael Bolton, telling myself it'll all be okay and that time heals all wounds.
Seriously, I don't really care. It's too bad if he doesn't like it, but that's his opinion and it doesn't change how much I like the game.