to Okay, I’m preparing myself for the rotten tomatoes and spoiled cabbages here. Let’s just get this over with.
The Atlanta Falcons don’t have to win in 2018. Okay, I said it. Please be nice.
The difficult narrative we all told ourselves all offseason long is that this was guaranteed to be the year. Well, maybe not the year, but it was going to be a year. It had to be a year. Heck, it might’ve had to be the year. A Super Bowl in Atlanta; how perfect would it be?