Last week, while watching the Miami Dolphins’ offense struggle in the first half against the Atlanta Falcons, my buddy and I exchanged a series of texts to vent our frustration.
Every negative play, penalty or punt was soon followed by a series of expletives. Anger, along with the occasional alcoholic beverage of choice, began to cripple our use of the English language. We—and every other Dolphins’ fan, for that matter—had every right to be frustrated as Miami went into halftime trailing 17-0.
Before the start of the season, no one could imagine the Dolphins’ offense being this bad.