If this is wrong, I don't wanna be right

So yesterday I made the trip to Nanaimo for the BCFC final. Vancouver Island Raiders versus the Okanagan Sun. The grudge match. For all the marbles.
Now in this case, I'm supposed to be a neutral, unbiased bystander, without any allegiances to any side. I'm not a homer - well, some might argue that fact - but I try to make sure I stay balanced and professional.
Not today, bitches! A trip to Montreal was on the line!
If the Sun won, it was off to St. Leonard to take on the Cougars. And I would take on cougars (is it the same in French?) later that night at the bars. I had visions of the world-famous $10 lap dances gyrating through my head. I remember one girl who was a dead-ringer for Jessica Rabbit.
Yeah, those fantasies disappeared as the Sun went down 17-3 by the second quarter. But wait! Comeback! I did my best to keep my partisanship under wraps in the press box, but hell! This was for a trip to Montreal!
The Sun actually took the lead in the third quarter, and Jessica Rabbit began strolling through my head once more. But two more Nanaimo touchdowns banished her to the nether regions of my mind.
But wait! Comeback!
Yet again, the Sun refused to roll over, scoring with 1:20 left to pull within six. An onside kick was executed perfectly - just not according to the clowns in the stripes. They ruled (wrongly) that it was Nanaimo ball, despite the fact the referee evaluator was screaming his head off in the press box. Nanaimo ball. Game over.
But wait! Comeback!
A quick two and out, the Sun have the ball, and are driving back the other way. 70 yards in 45 seconds! Jessica Rabbit pokes her head out to see what's going on... just in time to see an interception end the game. Au revoir, Montreal.

After the game, I drove down Island to Victoria, where I'm visiting with my moms for a couple days before making the trip back to K-town. A long fall awaits me. Just not Jessica Rabbit.