This was supposed to be my week off. I was supposed to be spending my time further breaking down Kirk Ferentz and company’s recruiting class of 2019. After a few weeks of actually overreacting each Monday, I was supposed to be getting my mind leveled out.
For all those reasons, I had resigned to not watching much of the second half of Sunday night’s game. While I might have otherwise been glued to the TV, laptop in hand, I was OK turning the game off and letting my fury settle while I put our under-two-year-old to bed. After a weekend full of excitement from our two boys, that’s what I was supposed to be doing.