Things haven’t been normal on the Flats for a while.
2019 was the season of hype, shoes, catchphrases, and gaudy hubris. 2020 was the season of COVID, empty stadiums, and general weirdness. 2021 was the season of crumbling dreams, anger, rake-stepping, and painful obliviousness. 2022 was the season of why-is-this-still-a-thing, drama, hope, and more drama. Now, in 2023, maybe we can just be a plain ole football program.
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All I want to do on Saturdays this year is tune in to the team I love and not feel a deep sense of dread and anxiety about where we are.