Disappointment fills my body like a neglected washtub, once full to the brim, but now overflowing. Hopes and dreams that once seemed so bright are now blackened with soot and decay. This anguish is manifesting itself as a watery discharge evacuating via my nasolacrimal passage.
I expected KCP to at least score 20 points tonight. How could he not, after such a high-scoring first half? I will admit, that I even allowed myself to think that the 30 point barrier was reachable. Folly! I should have known that the decidedly mediocre Caldwell-Pope would regress to his norm of not scoring ever. But can I be blamed for daring to believe?