Yesterday's game meant nothing for my NIners given we'd sewn up the #1 seed, but my asshole was puckered the entire time given we were still playing a lot of our starters. Seeing Samuel and Aiyuk taking hits, and Bosa and Young out there fighting for sacks, I just prayed to sweet Baby Jesus they'd not get hurt and risk our playoff run. We lost by 1 point, which is fine; I expected to lose, but damned if losing by 1 didn't sting. I almost wish we'd have gotten blown out, 32-10 or something evident of our preservation of the team for the post-season, but losing by 1? Fuck me; we should have won that game. I promised my gf I wouldn't get loud given the zero stakes, but the Niner in me couldn't help it; our neighbors heard a good and loud "MOTHERF*CKER!!!!" towards the end. Our kicker, Moody, needs to work out his fucking yips NOW. If we make it to the playoffs (God forbid the Super Bowl) and lose by 2 or 3 because he muffed a chip shot like he did a couple of times yesterday, I swear to God, I'll find his family and... well, he just better not miss the gimmes in the playoffs or the Super Bowl.
Right now I'm the biggest Packers fan you could imagine. They play the Cowboys this week, and if the Packers win, the pipe dream of Cowboys' playoff contention goes the way it has for year: straight down the shitter, and I can talk every brand of shit to these Cowboys fans that I can muster. Also, whoever in the AFC finds the Ravens during, you've got a fan in me, too. Those are the only two teams that worry me immediately. I know "any given Sunday," n'all, but the Cowboys and the Ravens are the only two teams that concern me during this run.