They were so close this year. They had set it all up perfectly, just 1-2 more easy moves at the end to add….and plop.
It’s like they invited us over for a dinner and served us all this big juicy steak, but before they let us eat, they said, wait just wait a second, and disappear back into the kitchen, so we’re thinking there’s another great side coming out, or some specialty sauce, but they never come back, and while they’re in the kitchen the table buckles and all the plates tip over and we lose one of the sides and one of the sauces. Let down, we still eat because we’re fucking starving and haven’t had a proper bite since the 1960s, but with each bite we can’t stop thinking about what could’ve been.