As the wise man Taggert said in the legendary comedy Blazing Saddles, "Boy, I am depressed." However, if I were to try and cheer up with his solution, I'd be spending the next 30 years to life by myself in some dark hole far worse than Alcatraz.
So instead, I turn my attention away from the disappointment of the Bruins and Celtics to the hope of the fall and the 2009 New England Patriots.
(Here's where every New England sports fan reading this article jumps up and goes, "What about the Sawx?")
Of course I can't forget about Boston's most beloved team, but let's face facts. It's May, David Ortiz' slugging percentage is lower than Jacoby Ellsbury's, and we won't know if they're a legit contender or not until August or September.
Even if they do appear to be Series-worthy, they won't truly capture my complete attention unless they need to battle down the stretch to get in or until the postseason actually starts.
According to that timeline, Patriots training camp will have broken first and I, like every other football fan, can rejoice with that feeling of a new season, a new chance at glory, and the excitement of watching America's new pastime.
Aside from the fact that they're loaded (again) on paper, I'm looking forward to the Pats season for that new rush. The excitement of being involved week to week with the team, of living and dying on every Tom Brady dropback.
That's the feeling of a true fan. That's why I can't wait for September 14 in Gillette Stadium. Because when it all comes to an end, hopefully in a Super Bowl victory, I can say I was there from the beginning.