By losing.
That is how.
It has been a long time since I have seen the Vics play live, about 12 months.
These days I find out the result in full.
I don’t have to go through the pain of waiting of watching, listening or reading updates of how the game is.
I just crack up my phone, find the page and feel good or bad.
Yesterday I had to watch.
Seeing the first ball find the rope.
Then the first over costing 17 from Dirty Dirk Nannes.
I had to sit through both of Shane Harwood’s overs.
Everytime David Hussey made a questionable captaincy decision i saw it.
Davey Jacobs playing for an IPL contract.
Maxwell provide me with no reason to ever back him.
And the stumps doing more dancing than the paid “dancers”.
For most of the game I just felt ill.
I’m not used to this feeling anymore.
I didn’t know how to handle it.
My stomach couldn’t handle this.
At the moment I’d prefer this was a knock out tournament, I don’t need my ass inverting 3 more times as I watch the Vics play.
Now, it is true that I could just not watch.
But I can’t do that either, it just isn’t right.
So instead I have bought some bourbon.
Cheap no name brand bourbon.
It shall get me through this tournament, I hope.
Or Victoria could start playing better.
But I trust the bourbon more.
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