Finding it hard to give a shit today because, well, I don't. It was bad. Really fucking bad. Everyone, get better, be less awful, and win us a goddamned football game next week. Take your fucking mulligan. You don't deserve it for that steaming pile of useless football yesterday, but we're giving it to you because we're both loyal and gigantic suckers.
Fuck you for ruining my Sunday, you underachieving pieces of garbage -- that's right. UNDERachieving. We all know that was far from your best effort. My balls ache with the Buffalo-Bills-ian blue balls you gave me yesterday. A missed fucking opportunity for a team working to establish an identity that doesn't make us weep at night.
Doug... DOUG. You and your staff watched that happen and did nothing to stop it. I don't know what you're up to, but fucking quit it. You are not powerless to stop a game from getting out of hand, but punting it from the Steelers fucking 36 yard line sure suggests that you think you are.
For the first time all season, a distinct turnaround from how I thought of them not even one day ago, I think of this squad - coaches and players alike - as cowardly. A team full of beasts, of hard-workers and guys who've simply given their best, reduced to a sniveling mound of unprepared and lackluster pussies. This could be an overreaction, but we all saw what went down yesterday. And no part of it looked like the team that has shown up every game to do work. The team that we've been willing to fall in love with.
Get it right or get bent.