Stay reasonable, I told myself. Temper your expectations, I told myself. And I did, for about 59 minutes. Then I absolutely lost my mind thinking ‘"My God! We’re going to do it again!’
Then it happened. Josh Dobbs ripped my heart out and stomped that sucker flat. It was my fault, really. I was foolish enough to allow hope to blossom in my heart like September ragweed next to a Tennessee highway. I’ll try to never let that happen again.
It did provide me with plenty of fodder for this column. I hate having fodder for this column.