Her: Nervous about tonight's game.
Me: Yes, but not because I fear that we'll lose.
Her: Why then?
Me: Because I fear that we'll win.
Her: Why is that scary?
Me: Because it will be a cathartic release of euphoria and a massive high, but—no matter who wins—tomorrow I'll still wake up in this terminally fucked world, and crashing down to such a low from such a big high will be absolutely devastating.
Her: Go Galaxy, I guess?