I’m sorry. I thought if we got everyone together, and we all brought our hopes, dreams, and fears, and boiled them into some awful cauldron, that we could create something beautiful and wonderful. Friends living, and laughing, and loving, and reminiscing on all the fun times we had this season. Tyrod Taylor’s first six quarters, the fake-fake punt, David Culley’s in game management, the haunted cover two defense, James Campen doing his best Mike Devlin impression, Jonathan Greenard jumping to the third best defender on a front seven, and, well, I don’t know, other things. It was dour. It’s our curse.