… for each of you who believed this season was special, that a new era had begun, that something was truly different.
I’m not a mope, I’m not a realist, I’m extremely cynical — and this program is somehow worse than my most cynical instincts. Nobody who is “down on Mario” was right today. None of us won anything, we just might’ve lost a little less, because we had less on the line.
My deepest passion died last year when he didn’t take a knee. I’ve felt bad in sports many times, countless times, it’s a right of passage. I’ve never been humiliated in front of the entire country by a single play, cucked by a man who created a brand new way to lose. That was the day the music died for me. I enjoyed some games this year, I love that my son loves football. Otherwise, following this program is a waste of my life, with no value added in any category of my existence.
Those of you who believed this season would be special genuinely deserve better than this program will ever give you. I don’t, but you do.
And that makes me sad.