Let’s not dance around the semantics.
The team practically purchased a plot of land for the 2017 season’s final resting place last week in their boneheaded blunder-fest against the Carolina Panthers, but Sunday, they told the undertaker to take a hike.
It’s as if the soul of the 2016 team suddenly repossessed the careening carcass that was once Falcons football – you know, that one that blew a 17-point lead to the lowly Dolphins last month, the one with the blaring-red hiney (jolted by far-different paddles in a trip to Foxboro), the one either hopelessly hung over it couldn’t get out of bed or so poorly coached that they couldn’t score a touchdown in the third quarter of any game.