The first day of the National Football League is when the irrationally delusional are forced to face their true destiny. As Clint would say, “A man’s gotta know his limitations” and teams soon will as well.
“This is the year!” shout the fans of the thirty-two teams as the inaugural whistle sounds, yet there is only one group among them who will actually be speaking the truth.
At some point in the season, the rest will have to tuck their collective tails under their sorry carcasses, and do the walk of shame out of their man or woman cave, stadium or favorite sports bar.