Watching Sunday’s game with my boys, my 14-year-old says, “Bo Nix is a GOAT” after the third touchdown drive.
Obviously, he was hyperbolic. He’s 14. Everything is dramatic. So I remind him that GOAT status is reserved for a select few.
But then he says something smart:
“Yeah, but I’m no longer nervous watching our offense. It’s exciting and I’m confident Nix will throw a good pass, the receivers will catch the ball and we’ll score.”
Same.
Last season there was that magical stretch of five wins that pulled us out of the depths of football hell and made us believe that better days were ahead.