Sorry, I'm watching the Jets have some get their collective azzes handed to them, and it reminds me of the games where no matter what I did, the dice were against me. If it was a board game, I knew when to admit defeat. In an RPG session, those days were painful. There was no bowing out, you were in it to the bitter end. Bad rolls often led to bad playing, as the frustration was contagious.
As a Jets fan, I'm taking this for what it is: an excuse to go to bed early tonight ;)
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