Oh good lord, writing these things after a loss is already pretty much the worst thing since the invention of the Gatling gun.
And then they had to go lose like that, to an objectively mediocre team. With the same offensive anemia that’s been present in far too much of this year. In other words, I would rather claw my own eyes out with a tetanus-infused screwdriver than have to relive that game via typing words onto this page.
But never fear, dear reader, because for some reason I’ve built up a contractual obligation dedication to you guys that means you’re gonna get this week’s piece anyway.