It just wasn't our day. Fumbles. Near misses. Ill-timed passes. Confused linebackers. Even more confused defensive backs....
Still, we have more talent than the Golden Flashes. We hang in there. We're close...Shula style. That is, until a scrappy safety jumps in front of a crossing route (he's there because he's doing his job, every snap), and takes it to the house. He doesn't celebrate. It's not a victory. It's just another step in the process.
But then I woke up....and I looked around the room, unsure of my location...and I saw the picture on my shelf, which said:
We're glad you're on our side now, Coach.