Lost

Just as winning becomes a habit, so does losing. It was the first round of the cup today and both first and second teams conspired against themselves to get knocked out on another wintry day of summer sport. The firsts lost by just one run, having the game all but won at 175-2 chasing 215. It's quite surprised me how much this has flattened me this evening. The mood in the house has been a bit grim. Perhaps the feeling is worse with cricket than any other sport because of the investment in time. It's very unforgiving. Just like life really.