It’s been a few weeks since the end of WSU’s football “season,” and I’ve been trying to figure out the best way to make sense of it. How much can we really take away from a season that only featured four games, and only resulted in one win?
Fans are unfailingly hardwired to try and make meaning out of results, something that’s outsized in football, anyway, because of the nature of its schedule. I’m obviously no different, as this weekly column exists to satisfy that urge.
But in so many ways, this season was about trying to resist that urge.