But the silver lining…. at least I did not have to console ( or not console) a member of the team, walking by his side until he felt like talking. At least I did not commit a faux pas, no matter what I said. At least I was not the enemy.
And truthfully, that is worth the price of admission. Sure, I can no longer crow that my boy is a member of the team. But I can walk away after the game, and chat- not having to worry that I was crossing another boundary. Just two fans grumbling about another lost game.