Does football hate me?
"Hell, yeah it does!", I imagine Gillete Soccer Saturday presenter Jeff Stelling telling me, as I check the Sky Sports website to find out the results of my two beloved football teams.
Firstly, I check the Sky Sports online score centre for my first team Gillingham's result. I see them in the League Two section and look at the score: "3-0". Dammit.
To make sure I'm not seeing things and that the mighty Gills really have lost to officially the worst team in the league, I then check Gillingham's official club website, where my friend and the club's media manager, Martin Weller, has written up the match report of today's game.
The first thing I see is the teaser, and it reads: "Mark Stimson's men drop to third in the table after a disappointing defeat to the Mariners." What?!
I look up and see the headline, and my worst nightmare is confirmed: "GRIMSBY TOWN 3-0 GILLINGHAM". We have lost to a team who has only achieved six wins all season.
Even AFC Bournemouth, who started the season with -17 points, are above Grimsby in the table. You really would think that Gillingham would want to win this one if they are to achieve promotion this season. After all, it is only Grimsby, and we have much tougher tests than that coming up this season!
But no, Gillingham lose. And to make it worse, and confirming my knowledge that football hates me, I go back to skysports.com, hopefully seeing Manchester United back to winning ways with a complete annihilation of Fulham.
But again, no. As one quintuple fades away, another smacks me right in the face.
Firstly, BHAM! In the 17th minute, Paul Scholes is given a straight red for handling the ball on the line.
Secondly, BHAM! From the resulting penalty, Fulham take the lead via what the Sky Sports live commentary says, "the penalty spot brilliance of Danny Murphy."
Thirdly, BHAM! Right near the end, on 87 minutes, Hungary international Zoltan Gera makes it double for the Cottagers, flicking the ball up in the air before producing a killer overhead kick which confirms the nightmare for the hundreds of millions of Manchester United all over the world.
Fourthly, BHAM! Wayne Rooney picks up a second yellow, and he's off. Of course it's that cliché, from bad to worse for United.
Finally, BHAM! The scoreline confirms what I just read. "FULHAM 2-0 MANCHESTER UNITED."
Ouch. I felt a quintuple of pain pangs, as after attempting to forget about Gillingham, I'm brought straight back to football misery.
I had a brief respite from such misery when seeing that Chelsea lost, which always feels great.
But in terms of football, that was as good as it got, because the evening game didn't make things any better.
If it wasn't bad enough that Arsenal won and put all the pressure on Aston Villa tomorrow, their first goalscorer was the one that I really didn't want to see on the scoresheet.
I claimed Salomon Kalou was a much better player, and although I stick by that, I probably have egg on my face now.
Big Danish striker Nicklas Bendtner opened the scoring for Arsenal, as they went on to secure what seemed like a fairly routine 3-1 win over Newcastle United.
I received a lot of criticism for saying that Ivory Coast striker Salomon Kalou is much better than Bendtner, and at the moment it seems like my critics are in fact correct.
After seeing my beloved teams lose and my enemies win, I really do get the impression football hates me at the moment.
"It's okay Yoosof, come to us instead", I imagine some guy representing the sport of Rugby Union saying to me.
After playing table tennis and going on my daily jog, I was glued to the television today as I watched all three games in the Six Nations.
Now this sport seems to know what I want.
After seeing France destroy Italy, 50-8, you've really got to wonder where Italian rugby is heading. 44 defeats out of 51 games (I think) since they joined the Six Nations, clearly there is a fatal flaw in the Italian set-up.
Also, after seeing France destroy Italy 50-8 in a real exciting match, I couldn't help but stay to watch the next two thrilling encounters.
The next game was brilliant, as the result finally went my way. The national team of the country where I'm from and have lived my whole life, England, won the Calcutta Cup by beating Scotland 26-12 at Twickenham.
They've done well this Six Nations, and Ugo Monye is a player that stood out for me in that game. What a tackle on Thom Evans to deny Scotland a try, before the winger scored a decent try himself.
And then the greatest moment of day. It was the biggest game of the tournament, the one rugby fans all over the world were tuned in for.
Ireland were out for their first Grand Slam in 61 years, as they took on Wales at the Millenium Stadium in Cardiff.
And in a pulsating, jaw-dropping, heart-stopping, agonsingly close final match of the Six Nations tournament, IRELAND WON!!!
Finally, a result has gone my way. Ireland won their first Grand Slam since 1948, with top scorer in the Five and Six Nations, Ronan O'Gara, kicking Ireland to victory.
Andy Murray has the chance to make football an anomalie for Yoosof Farah, when he takes on Swiss maestro Roger Federer in the semi-finals of the Indian Wells Masters Series in California.
At the moment he's one set up, and so at the time of writing hearing on Sky Sports News in the background that Dimitar Berbatov has had his leg in a plastic cast, hopefully Murray can make it to the final to help me forget about the current misery in my life which is football.
After failing to do it last weekend, this time if one is definitely for certain, it's that BBC's Match of the Day and ITV's The Championship highlights will be a definite, 100 percent no-go for Yoosof Farah this weekend.