It’s over wait, no it’s not. I don’t know
I wonder if that’s what Amber heard look like when she was squatting over the pillow and pushed out that nugget. I don’t know that could be my question anyway onto my internal battle with myself.
Depressed Side: “It’s over. I knew it was over in Week 2. I emotionally moved on by Week 6. This team exists solely to teach me resilience through pain.”
Positive Side: “Okay but hear me out—we were this close. A couple plays go differently and we’re talking Superbowl.”
Depressed Side: “A couple plays? We invented new ways to lose. We turned fourth quarters into performance art.”
Positive Side: “But Herbert was slinging it! You can’t deny the talent. Every Sunday felt like hope was possible for at least one drive.”
Depressed Side: “Hope is the problem. Hope is how they get you. Hope is why I still watch with snacks like this time will be different.”
Positive Side: “Injuries crushed us! Coaching changes! Bad luck! The vibes were cursed!”
Depressed Side: “The vibes have been cursed since 1960.”
Positive Side: “And yet… somehow… some way… we were still in the conversation.”
Depressed Side: “We absolutely should not have been.”
Positive Side: “Which makes it impressive!”
Depressed Side: “Which makes it exhausting.”
Both Sides, together: we still had a chance with basically a offensive line with concert shoes.
Question, what are your off-season plans? Anything exciting?
As always, FTB FTC FTR beautiful off-season boobies you guys rock keep your head up everybody. It’s all good. We’ll get them next year. OK love you bye.
PS Adam space amount doing talk to text. Sorry love you, buddy.
