I read this line from Fortress Of Solitude today, and it made me feel ok about Carolina losing yesterday, but even better about the Rose Bowl, even though that’s not really what it’s about (but sorta is):

Football was an arrangement of failures, a proving how unlikely most things were.

It occurs during a passage where the main character is starting to learn that being honest about things that matter to him will only expose him as a fool, that since even being here is so unlikely one’d be stupid to count on, or even show an interest in, anything. I think. But I can’t think of a more true statement about the game, even though I was going off on the majesty of Lombardi’s “it’s all blocking and tackling” idea the other night at dinner. That one’s still good, too. Is this how football is the opposite of baseball?