Oowwwwww.
To begin with, I should admit most of my reactions to Saturday’s game are less what most people would call “thoughts,” and more what they would call “unintelligible blubbering with a dash of muffled sobs.” Furthermore, of my actual concrete thoughts on the matter, only about half of them are on the game itself, and the other half are on people’s reactions.
Now, as you know if you’re a faithful reader of this stupid piece o’ crap column, roughly 90, 95% of what I write is garbage — that number may drop to 85% on a good day — and this week isn’t any different.