I can’t know for sure what was in Quinton Jefferson’s head or his heart on Dec. 10, 2017, but I know how I felt, what was in my dark heart, what was coursing through my blood, watching that goofball try to fight a Jaguars fan in the stands that glorious and crisp evening:
Pure, wicked joy.
Quinton and his Seattle Seahawks, it appeared, couldn’t believe — couldn’t comprehend — that they had lost to the Jaguars. The Jacksonville fucking Jaguars. The Blake Bortles-led Jacksonville fucking Jaguars at that.