Okay fine. I admit it. It's my fault.
I'm one of the loser mentality fans that prefers to focus on the positives instead of wallowing in the misery of the negatives. And because of my attitude, because I have a sense of perspective about sports and my world doesn't end when we lose, and because I don't whine like a spoiled first grader about everything all the time (which is what, apparently, passes for a "winning" attitude around here), the spike was unarguably entirely my fault.
By way of punishment, I will beat the ever loving crap out of my cardiovascular system by grilling up the leftover sirloin steak from the tailgate and eating it for lunch today.