I'm no psychologist, but that won't stop me from dissecting the stages experienced by this poor fellow.
Stage 1: Denial
Clem -- our cleverly-named test subject -- turns in disbelief to his fellow bro for comfort. Seconds earlier he clearly mouths a feeble,"No." Sad.
Stage 2: Anger
Suddenly, he is pregnant with emotion. Clem lashes out, slapping his orange cap on the bleacher bench. At the very least he will accomplish that sweet pre-frayed-brim look.
Stage 3: Bargaining
Clem turns his attention from the game to a higher power. "Why, Lord?" he pleads. "Why let us back into a 24-0 game, only to have us lose on a last-minute field goal?"
No response. The Lord was not watching Thursday Night Football.
Stage 4: Depression
His prayers unanswered, Clem buries his head. None shall see his face. Only his turquoise LIVESTRONG-rip-off bracelet.
Stage 5: Acceptance
With Clem unable to come to grips with the loss, the Thursday Night Football crew accepts their duty as broadcasters and red-blooded Americans. Jesse Palmer leads the group in a public shaming of this sorry soul. Chris Fowler is gangster.
Fin.
