was cold and wet and miserable, they just wanted to go home, and that attitude was reflected in their play. It infuriated me. I was distressed that nobody else would give an effort, and it bothered me that it was so thoroughly out of my control. Two years later, while playing with the Lake Country Chiefs football team in the fifth grade, I had a similar experience. We had a relatively good football team, but the team we were playing, the Sussex Sabercats, was way better than us. Everybody knew it, and it pissed me off how easily it was accepted as a foregone conclusion that we’d lose the game.
