Hello, friends. Long time, no talk.
What a magical ride it’s been, right? We’ve lost arguably four of our top eight players to season-ending injuries, including the top two. Yet, against all odds, this team perseveres. Might as well end this Cinderella story with the journey/carriage turning into that elusive, vindicating, shiny Lombardi Trophy instead of an all-too-familiar, devastating loss/shitty pumpkin. I, like a seemingly disproportionate percentage of the city and fan base, feel calmly confident about this game. It’s more sanguine than anything else. I have felt it since the flea-flicker pass landed in Torrey Smith’s hands for a touchdown to bury the Vikings, and not in an arrogant, obnoxious, or blind-faith-but-really-I-know-I’m-fooling-myself sort of way.