My favorite team lost their playoff game today. As always, they did it in a manner that was both uninspiring and depressingly predictable. There’s a chance your team lost this weekend as well, be they the Dolphins, Colts, or Falcons (Just kidding there, the Falcons have no fans). Maybe you’re sad. Maybe you feel like there’s not much in the future to indicate your team will get over that proverbial playoff hump next time around. I know I feel that way. After all, my team still employs Brad Childress, and will almost certainly relocate in 2011 without ever having won a championship in its original location. WOO HOO!

But I’m not all that sad. For one, you could see the loss coming a mile away, even if Andy Reid were blocking your view (he wears shiny black shoes to distract you from the fatness!). For another, there are still boobs in this world. And as long as there are boobs, and liquor, and more playoff football to watch, well the world ain’t all that bad. Even when Tarvaris Jackson or Chad Pennington are your team’s “quarterbacks,” so to speak.

So chin up, all you playoff losers. You can take solace in knowing that your teams played hard, and that you live in a day and age where a relatively simple Google Image search can reward any masturbatory need you may have. And that’s a real comfort, I tell you.