You know that guy who paints his face, and possibly his torso, for the big game?
I take sick satisfaction watching him get sad, realizing his team is about to lose.
At that moment, with his heart broken, he doesn’t remember that he’s painted. And then, he ends up on national TV with a sad face. The contrast is fantastic.
I don’t wish him ill. I just can’t stop chuckling at someone painted up, bearing a sad face.