*Covering My Eyes*

So, last night didn't go so well for my guys. My amazing kicker–most accurate in NFL history–couldn't make a field goal to save his life and began the long, painful slide to the end of our post-season dreams. Our famous running back turned into a sullen kid on the bench. Our offensive line didn't seem capable of handling a play without turning it into a 5 yard false-start penalty. Our receivers didn't seem to know that half the plays required them to catch the ball. And I don't know what the ...