Every year, fans fall in and out of love with certain players. We always have favorites who didn’t make the team or who we believe, given a real opportunity, could contribute positively to the team. Coincidentally, we nourish these affections as we fall out of love with guys who are approaching the twilight of their career or who we believe never fully capitalizes on their potential. I’m one of these fans.
We’re the fans who mutter Lee Ward’s name when Mike Tolbert whiffs on a block. We moan about Brenton Bersin’s never-ending tenure as a Panther.