First I thought it was the obvious winter -blah- kind of stuff going on in Indiana here lately.  But, I was wrong.  Disgruntled fans are traumatized by the quick exit of the Colts out of the Playoffs.  This phenomenon, which I will hereafter refer to as PPAD (or Post Playoff Affective Disorder) is evident everywhere.  All you need to do is listen to the radio or get in front of a driver with a Colts flag waving on their roof, driving too slow for their new standards.

Friday has so far been the worst day of the week, although if Dungy retires I assume it will get worse.  While Friday is usually the most upbeat day of the week, I have noticed that radio DJs were not so happy.  My favorite radio station has been consistently playing REM’s “It’s The End Of The World As We Know It” and Beck’s “Loser”  with a few aggressively motivated polls sprinkled in for viewers to weigh in on.  The latest was “Who would you like to punch in the face?”.  Yeah the DJ was pretty pissed about the Sham Wow guy and it’s a consensus here that most of us would like to secretly (or not so secretly) punch someone in the face.  We can no longer live vicariously through our Colts’ defense tackling people.

Similarly, while driving I have noticed some aggressive people on the roadways as of late on the part of drivers sporting Colts paraphernalia.  The more “flair”, the more danger.  These certain fanatics seem to now get eerily annoyed if you drive under 75mph on any type of street or thoroughfare and happen to be the unlucky person to get in front of them.  With their Colts flag flying and the bird flipping as they zip past, it is totally evident, we all have PPAD.  I don’t think living in the racing capitol of the world helps much with the road rage issue, either.

So let this be a warning to you, all you fans whose teams will get knocked out this weekend.  Things will suck for at least a week.  It’s a simple case of PPAD and will reside quickly if you are lucky enough to have a good NBA team, college basketball team, or an underground fight club.

*And remember, the first rule of fight club is you don’t talk about fight club*.