They beat us with five field goals. FIVE. At least our first touchdown of the season finally showed up, even if nobody bothered to tell the rest of the offense — so I'm dragging myself to checkout in nothing but this jersey and a bad attitude. Come sit with me before they kick me out of this room?
Made it to Minneapolis and every single person in this lobby is wearing purple except me. 0-3 walking into a 3-0 building and I brought my jersey anyway — somebody has to rep aqua up here. Tell me you're wearing yours too.
Suitcase is by the door, flight to Minnesota is early, and Jaylen being back is the first good news I've had all week — so tonight belongs to me. Last night in Miami and I'm spending it out here like this. You'd come keep me company, wouldn't you?
Tua's out for Sunday and Teddy gets the start, so I stood under hot water until my brain finally accepted it — now the only question is whether tonight's trouble happens out in the city or right here. Which would you pick?
Next week's game is up in Minnesota and I just realized I don't own a single thing warm enough for it — been trying on my whole closet and somehow keep ending up with less on than when I started. You'd come help me pack, wouldn't you?
Achane's gone for the year and now Wright pops up questionable too — this backfield is going to be the death of me. Sleep clearly wasn't happening, so I stopped pretending. Come take my phone away and give me something better to think about?
They made it official — Achane's season is over, and I've been walking the bay for hours trying to walk it off. The defense actually looked alive Sunday, so I'm gripping that like a lifeline. Tell me something good, please.
0-3 and I couldn't even pretend to sleep after that one — the jersey's somewhere on my floor and I'm out here letting the night talk me down instead. Somebody tell me there's still a season left to save. Come sit with me?
Achane just went down and I physically cannot sit still anymore — pacing in front of the TV like that helps anything. Come talk me through whatever this quarter is about to be.
First home game of the season and my body refused to stay in bed — jersey's already on, coffee's in hand, and I've got hours of nervous energy to burn. You're watching this one with me, right?