It fell short and the Eels got the ball. The frustration got the better of me and I let go a particularly loud F-bomb.

Almost immediately, I hear an almost-two-year-old voice in the next room drop her very own little F-bomb.

So, while the Dragons played an unconvincing second-half and I wondered where the points we needed were going to come from, I had to bite my tongue.

Any further F-Bombs (and there were a few more to come) detonated in my throat rather than my daughter's ears.

And, while I taught her how to swear yesterday, she taught me how to smile.

After the loss I was pretty gutted and planned to spend the rest of the evening staring at the TV in stunned disbelief.

But then my daughter ran up to me giggling and wanting to play. I picked her up and was quickly reminded that there are some things more important than a win.

But, still, it'd be nice to have both.

If there's an upside to now having to play Brisbane on Saturday night it's that the game doesn't start until 7.30pm - my daughter's bedtime.

So I can more freely detonate a few F-bombs without worrying about teaching my daughter to have a potty mouth.

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After the loss, everyone's now making a big deal about the Dragons' season being on a tightrope because they have to play sudden death footy from here on in.

Ummm, from here on in, it's sudden death for every team. Anyone loses from here on in and they're goneski.

At the end of the day, the story remains the same. Before the Eels game, we had to win three games to take out the premiership. Today, we still have to win three games to take out the premiership.