I was wrong. I was vehemently, arrogantly, consistently wrong. All off-season, Travis wrote in our group chat that this team would be good. That there was a path to six, seven, eight, nine wins.
I’ll be honest. I didn’t just poo poo it. I heckled the man. I said he was crazy. Insane. A lunatic. There was no way. We were losing a new offensive lineman each day in the off season. We hadn’t been good. We weren’t going to be good.
This crescendo’d just before the season started, maybe even into the start of the season, when I threw down the gauntlet.