The narrative wasn’t supposed to look like this.
I bet you woke up Monday morning (maybe even this morning too), with a hung over look and feel, sipping coffee from your Dallas Cowboys mug in your kitchen, looking out the window as the leaves floated to the ground, wondering what on Earth has happened.
Eights games down. And the season is over? Already?
Are we in the Inception film playing the Leonardo DiCaprio character, drifting in a dream inside of another dream?
I bet as you swished that hot coffee around your mouth, feeling the warm steam around your tongue and gums, gravity was pulling you back to a real state of consciousness.