An old cliché advises us to “never go to bed angry.”
It seems like a sound bit of wisdom, and most of the time I try to follow it. Thursday night, however, was not one of those nights.
As a person with a (probably unhealthy) addiction — remember, the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem — to the NFL, I often DVR the nationally televised games on Thursday, Sunday and Monday nights. Because I know I won’t be able to make it until morning without finding out enough about the game that it becomes pointless to watch, I usually watch them when I get home from work.
Thursday night, that was a particularly bad idea.
While I don’t necessarily like the Detroit Lions — who lost to Green Bay when a (in my opinion) bogus facemask call extended the game for one play, a play that turned out to be a 61-yard Hail Mary that won the game for the Packers — the ending put me in a bad mood. As a Minnesota fan, I loathe the Packers almost as much as I love the Vikings. Not only was it a dramatic win for a team I love to hate, it also robbed the Vikings of a chance to take a two-game lead in the division.
Even with all that, I think I could have stomached it if not for the — at the very least questionable — penalty that opened the door to the big finish.
I finished watching the game at about 2:30 a.m. and — however unnecessary — practically stomped off to bed in frustration. And Friday morning, I yet again learned the hard way why you shouldn’t go to bed angry.
Homer wears many hats in my house, and one of those is alarm clock. Rarely does it happen that my day begins on my own accord rather than his. Friday, 8:45 a.m. was his chosen time to get up. I was tired (I am the furthest one could possibly be from a “morning person”), but I was also much more cranky than normal.
I got up and drifted through my morning routine. Let Homer out, make coffee, sit down and drink a cup while browsing the day’s early-morning news before taking Homer for a walk. Typically by then, any early-morning funk I was in has subsided and I can go about my day just fine.
Friday that wasn’t the case. It certainly wasn’t the football game that was bothering me anymore, but I was just uncharacteristically ornery about every little thing. There was nothing in particular weighing on my mind, I was just in a bad mood. Plain and simple.
Even as I write this Friday afternoon, I’m finding it difficult to focus and not get annoyed with myself each time I allow my mind to drift. To be honest, I probably just need a nap.
Either way, clichés become what they are for a reason. Most of the time, it’s because they’re true. I’m thinking a “no football before bed” rule would probably be a good one in my house; though I know that will probably be broken by Sunday night.
While watching the third quarter of the Lions vs. Packers game Thursday night, I could see the writing on the wall. Green Bay had the momentum and it seemed a comeback was imminent. I should have just turned off the TV and gone to bed right then, fallen asleep blissfully ignorant of how the game ended. I truly think I’d be in a much better mood today.
At this point, all I can do is learn from my mistakes.