Today was a terrible day. One where the ramifications of the events that have transpired will live with me for a very long time.
You see, for over three years I waited for my beloved New York Giants football team to play those 'Who Day' Cincinnati Bengals.
Yes, those Bengals that Maria loves so much.
Waking up early, I started the day with a 'Good morning, bobcat."
A combination of ignoring me, followed by a "Game time is 1 p.m, and you're going to know what its like to come to the jungle."
And so, our morning was pepper-filled with good-natured ribbing's as we prepared for the three-year showdown we had both eagerly anticipated.
Was I confident that my First Place New York Giants would go into Cincinnati - the home of Jungle Jim's - and stomp on the bobcats? You bet.
Well the Giants didn't simply lose the football game. They were humiliated.
And as the game continued and a blowout was taking shape, I got to hear Maria continue to sing the words:
Welcome to the Jungle. n the jungle, welcome to the jungle!
Watch it bring you to your knnn knne knees, knees!