Imagine being a player on that team. You just got beat 96-0. You're sitting around the house all glum and questioning your life and career in sports and all of the decisions that led to playing on a team that would ever lose a game 96-0. Your parents are downstairs arguing again. Dad is claiming his boss is forcing him to stay longer at the office but Mom thinks he's stepping out again. It had been three years since Rebecca, the coffee shop girl with the ponytails and great ass, had stolen Dad's heart for a month and almost ended the marriage. Your mom was a forgiver though. A true Pentecostal at heart. But was he back to his old ways? It feels like your life is fracturing.
And then you go online and see that not only is your game a national headline, but the main gist is that like "hey, it was 96-0, but it could have been so much worse if they didn't feel sorry for your worthless asses." Growing up is hard y'all.