I’ve spent over 24 hours trying to figure out what in God’s name I was going to write about this week. Everything that continued to pour into my brain felt like the same thing I’ve written about countless times the last FOUR YEARS. How could I, once again, portray what I felt deep inside without sounding like I was beating a dead horse (only to probably then come back here again next week and gush over how much I love Kirk Ferentz, the man).
The only thing I kept coming back to was that this loss sucked. It sucked so unbelievably hard.