Vae victis, as the Romans used to say.
Since even the victor wasn’t terribly happy after the end of this horrible match, it’s obvious the psychological impact on the losers would have to be severe.
Not just from the realization that they achieved precisely nothing out on the field, but from the added humiliation that a stupid loaf of bread, somehow, achieved slightly more.
How often before have Mopey and the others thrown away a stale or moldy piece of bread…without knowing that, one day, they themselves would get trashed by a bread on international TV.
And it’s not even, like, a loaf of sourdough bread. Getting trashed by pumpernickel wouldn’t have been that bad. But Bernd is clearly a loaf of white bread, the least nutritionally dense type. Plus, those arms.
So, yeah…even Mopey is devastated, and she’s the most psychologically resilient of the whole bunch, thanks to her natural disposition toward dread and despair. The others can only be worse. What a disaster.
More on Monday.
It’s directly connected! Every piece of bread they discarded. Every time they dunked on it. All of it united to give the power needed for their final defeat here… if they had only eaten that bread instead.
If only…