Fess up!

In all honesty - yes. I was preparing myself. But then I kept reminding myself that I had told everyone we were going to win. I don't do that very often. I don't predict the games unless I feel it in my bones. I was beginning to think my bones had let me down. So all through the second half I'm going back and forth with myself like some kind of schizoid:

"This cannot be happening..."
"It's not happening! We're gonna win dammit!"
"But how?!"
"What do you mean 'but how'?! Don't worry about how!"

I was a trembling, wild-eyed freak by the time we kneeled down.