The Blue team took 3 out of 8, on the road. Quite respectable.
When I'm done running my hot knife through the soft butter which is the Blue 8, I'm going to look at my all-time record against them. I'm guessing it's about .750. Which means my record against the red side's about .250.
Sometimes late at night, when I can't sleep, I lie awake fantasizing about what life must be like across The Way. Instead of running up and down the sidelines sweating, that vein in my forehead throbbing dangerously, screaming at the refs, I'd be leaned back in a beach lounger, sipping a margarita, the cheerleaders taking turns massaging my neck as I applaud another fast break dunk by my incredibly good players, who I would never sell at any price. Ah. Then I'd tank the last couple of games so I never get promoted.
Man. That'd be the life.