Way back in Week 1, when we first saw a glimpse of the devastation that may lay ahead, I mentioned my misguided teenage years, when I relied on upon the likes of Staind and Limp Bizkit to carry me through my angsty phase. Since then, I’ve “grown up” to appreciate a little more reasonable and thoughtful artists whose expression of emotion runs deeper than the sounds of Jonathan Davis making guttural noises.
But the Detroit Lions have regressed to a level we had hoped they had grown out of forever. They’re 3-6, their season is over before Thanksgiving, and they’re headed towards a top-five draft pick.