My wife is downright mopey. Bummed. Deflated.
Meanwhile, the most passionate Magic fan around the house, my little boy, turns out to have a surprisingly sensible perspective on this setback. "Maybe we can win it next year," he just told me over a bowl of Multi-Grain Cheerios. "They're still a good team, dad."
That's my boy. Look at the bright side. Move confidently past your disappointments. That's a pretty wise outlook for a 7-year-old. A lot of us grown-ups could borrow a page or two from my little guy's playbook.