So that was unexpected. I guess I should’ve learned last year to just stop trying to figure this team out (a lesson Bill Barnwell should just embrace, instead of this trying-way-too-hard analysis on Grantland). I – and nearly everybody else – looked at the schedule and said “9-7 with some breaks, 7-9 without ‘em.” Which could still easily happen. But hell, if you can get pressure and take the ball away, you can beat anybody. Back to “whatever, just along for the ride” we go!
I feel compelled to talk about 9/11, even though I really have nothing to say. Being a general geek about history, I was planning to watch a fair share of documentaries, because that is what geeks do. But I immediately learned that I could not pull anything “out” of the deluge of media coverage. Not closure, not value, not perspective. Everything just made me sad. Not just reliving the awfulness of the events themselves, but in thinking about how they changed our country and the world, and not really for the better. So I didn’t really watch them. I don’t feel like I missed out.