I knew this day was coming. No team can withstand so many injuries to key players and keep winning....but I was in denial! I did not want to accept the truth!

Game after game and week after week and even when the odds were against them, they kept winning! Even when they were counted out toward the end of the game, they would always, somehow, someway, as if the football Gods were guiding them, they would always pull one out of their hat!

Every time they won, life was great! I'd be walking on air! Every time they won, the endorphins flooded my brain with pure happiness! I wanted to hug everyone! I didn't want it to end. But good things come to an end. Always! But I did not want to believe that.

Now, I am having to face the cold, hard realization, that my happiness is dependant on my team winning! I am codependant! Oh my! I need help!