In short, I'm disappointed, but no longer upset.

 Now I wanted time to get my thoughts in order and to not just let my anger take over my actions. I did not want to be as upset as I was on Friday or as tired as I was on Saturday. By tired, I mean physically tired, it has been quite the rough past few days for me with both computer troubles (which have thankfully seemingly been past, knock on wood) and sleep issues. So, without any sarcasm or hate in my heart left, I will give a sincere congratulations to the San Francisco Pride. You guys have gotten past quite a bit of challenges during the playoffs and absolutely deserve this win.

 Also I understand that I should be at least a bit happy that we made it this far while getting past some demons, but when you make it to the finals losing is still a tough pill to shallow I'm afraid. Especially if you have been on this team for 11+ seasons. Now I'm am not saying that I want to leave the Platoon, and I'm fact I am hoping to get an extension soon. I still love my teammates like brothers and sisters and I know that we have the potential to get back to this point. Basically, I am in a way better headspace then I was a few days ago, and now I want to give you a short Sir Devoir story that popped up on my head as I was working today.

 I guess I can say that I have hit the last stage of Grief: acceptance. So without any further ado, let's head and see how Sir Devoir is handling this:

 Devoir sighs heavily as he enters his log cabin of a house in the outskirts of Baltimore Maryland in the aftermath of the Platoons Challenge Cup Finals defeat by the San Francisco Pride. His eyes were bloodshot from silent tears that he was shedding during the car ride home, and he looks around his rather nice home. It was exactly as he had left it when he went to support his team when they were facing elimination, slightly dirty in terms of some clothes left on the floor but otherwise pristine. He still hasn't hired a maid or anything, as his stubborn nature had made it so only he could know how to truly clean his house.

 He went downstairs, almost stomping on the floor as he shifted from his human form to his true Gallade form. He saw his personal training area, with his punching bag and workout equipment waiting for him. He stared at his punching bag, a look of anger growing on his face and cracks of electricity appearing on his fist. He brought back his fist, his Thunder Punch coming dangerously close as he brought it to the.... No. He was being stupid. The electricity disappeared from his fist before he settled on a short and sweet kick to the bag before going back up to the living room and grabbing his cell phone in order to call the only person in his life he felt like he could truly trust with his feelings, long distance call to Japan be damned: his own mother.

 "Oh hello my son" the sweet voice on the other line says as his Mom greets him "I think I do know why you are calling; you are upset"

 "You can read me like a book mother" Devoir sighed as took a seat on his sectional coach and pulled up the foot rest "yes I am rather upset and disappointed about the Challenge Cup Finals"

 "Well maybe you should take time away from hockey, like find a Offseason hobby or something" his Mother suggested "something to take your mind off of hockey"

 "Offseason hobby you say" Devoir replies, scratching the red horn on top of his head.

 "Yes, that is unfortunately the only advice I can offer you at the moment, I have a PokeVet checkup to get to pretty soon." 

 "I understand mother, I'll see you when the tournament starts." They say thier goodbyes before Devoir sighs and begins scrolling Chriper, eventually managing to get away from all the posts about the game before he finds an interesting post "hmm an Arena football team in Baltimore is looking for a new owner... Baltimore Bulldogs, huh?" He thinks to himself for a bit befoe deciding to dial a number the next day.

 "Hello there you have reached the offices of the Baltimore Bulldogs of the National Indoor Football League, may who I'm speaking to?" The friendly female voice on the other end answers as Devoir pulls on his shirt

 "My name is Sir Devoir, I am the starting goalie of the Baltimore Platoon" he says as he goes to make some coffee "and I may have a proposition for management..."

 Thank you all for reading and I hope to see you all on the ice!

Be proud of the season you had!

Thank you OrbitingDeath! <3