Heartbroken

souls were everywhere last night. They roamed the town donning red jerseys, some were chanting curses at the blues. *sigh* It was rather a funny sight because where my hubbie, Gyn and I went was 96% full of them. I guess, when it was the extra time, at the 116' minute, the blues broke the red's heart. Not that it was a victorious feel for my hubbie and I as we are not supporters of both these teams but it was just plain fun to watch their hearts break. Sadistic eh?