And I've decided that I'll simply shrug off the inevitable losses as they pile up this year. I won't get too upset. I allowed myself to believe his jive, but now that mask has been torn off, and all that's left is the ugliness underneath. I can't be too upset about a team that underperforms when the guy who's running the show clearly has no idea what he's doing. All I can do is be patient and wait for better days to come. I thought those days were finally back, but they're not. I'm not happy about it, but there is very little I can do to change it, so I've moved towards acceptance.
We suck. No sense getting bent out of shape over it.
We suck. No sense getting bent out of shape over it.