Look, I get it. It’s bad right now. You don’t want to hear about being thankful for Dan Quinn or overjoyed for Julio Jones. That’s fair.
Any optimism from that Washington win for the Atlanta Falcons dissipated into the air like last summer’s bubbles, and miserable days are here again. Ah, yes, that miserable feeling of doom and gloom that seeps in right when you know a Falconing is near. Oh, how I cherish it.
Thanksgiving turned into bloodletting as the Falcons blew out the gasket on 2018 once and for all, belly flopping badly on national television.