First, I'd be sick at my stomach, queasy for a few days. I'd probably keep asking "what if?" and "why didn't?" questions for about a week. I'd call for someone to be fired. Maybe Slocum or Campen, or maybe I'd demand that Jones (or whoever screwed up in the game) be cut immediately.

After a few weeks - probably a week or so after the Super Bowl - I'd begin to get my balance back, and I'd then recognize what a wonderful season it was. My god, I walked out of Ford Field on December 12th with a sick taste in my mouth and idiot Lions' fans screaming in my ears, and I thought there was no way this Packer team could make the playoffs. And then they did. And then they won a couple playoff games with a decimated roster. Wow. Then I'd start studying up on the upcoming draft.