The NFL has broken me. And it’s not the first time. In fact, it’s not even the first time this season.
I understand that I’m not alone, that the widespread mediocrity around the league has made predictions tougher than usual, and that the general nature of the NFL is to always expect the unexpected.
Still, not even through sheer dumb luck have I been able to put together any sort of positivity this season. My best week had me with a 7-6 record, and though I haven’t yet flopped completely with a 2-14 stinker, my steady reign of failure defies all logic and explanation. Since Week 8 — which is when I think you really start to understand what teams are and how to evaluate them — I’m 38-42-3 … which stinks.
So I’m done trying to put on a happy face here. I’m now all negative, all the time. Better yet, I’ll be using the sarcasm font for most of this one, just so I don’t look like a total loser "
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