Let’s not dance around the issue, beat around the bush, walk on eggshells, or otherwise metaphorically avoid trampling upon another man’s soul. State’s 2016 defense, when compared with what we’ve been accustomed to over the past six or seven years, was, more often than not, a bit of a turd.
Wait, wait. Let me backtrack. It wasn’t a bit of a turd, really. It was more of a brown paper bag. And inside that brown paper bag was a fairly large turd. And outside that paper bag was a recently lit flame.
And by the end of the season, that flaming, turd-filled paper bag was sitting atop our collective front door mat.