The first comment was the best:
“I don’t care about pretty. . . mission accomplished.”
I was living in River Falls when the Packers lost a superbowl back in the late 90’s. I was working at Domino’s at the time and walked out the back door to make a delivery shortly after the game was over. There, standing outside the back door of Johnnie’s Bar was a grown man bawling his eyes out and babbling like a little girl.
At first, I thought his wife must have left him or his dog died or something, but then I noticed he was in full Packer regalia, complete with foam cheese head and I remembered the Packers had just lost the Superbowl. Then I laughed.