I can’t get worked-up over nonsense.
I have no idea why some people get crazy over who wins an award, a game, or some other so-called expert who proclaimed a champion prior to the game being played.
As it is, I cannot get worked-up over any game or competition that does not involve me or my capability to earn a living. As it is, the only things I can get motivated for are my job, paying my bills, eating, and exercising - which would appear to be the minimum requirements for living in the world today.
Once I lose that motivation, you’ll see me on Broad Street, across from Wawa looking for a few pennies to get a breakfast sandwich or some coffee.
Perhaps it won’t be long? So, remember what I look like, and stop by and see me sometime next year when I’m holding a sign and squatting on a grate.
It might represent the last thing I care about.