Intellectually, I am quite fine with the concept that even Barcelona won’t win every game, and that some games matter more than others, and I harbour no illusions about Motherwell’s relative budget, and expectations. However, at a more visceral level I still hate losing a "proper" game to Airdrie, Albion Rovers, or the Old Firm alike, no matter how hard I try to rationalise it. It still fairly ruins my day, and the only thing that saves the dog being kicked around the living room when it happens is that I don’t have a dog. As someone else said recently, if winning isn’t important, why bother keeping score?
I do generally have the good grace to keep this to myself, though, rather than go ranting about it to a bunch of fucking melts on Twitter.