Sooooooo, this went bad on us. The season has become a painful and awkward stroll down, “I Can’t Wait for this to be a Memory Lane.” Sure, we can get excited about the progressions of Frank Jackson, Cheick Diallo and Kenrich Williams, but even with the joy that comes along with that is some delusion.
We deserved better.
I’m currently potty training a puppy, and it feels like a perfect analogy for the season. I love her; there are so many amazing things about my new dog. However, every turd and puddle of pee in my house is a huge disappointment and blow to my psyche.