I’m weary. This campaign is tiring, exhausting. A few minor victories, but more losses. Morale is low throughout the army. Hope is teetering, ready to fall out of our souls. Our king walks through the tents, evening sun and campfires warm his face.
I am a little irritated at times when people get fired up about this club not wanting to compete, or they can’t compete, or whether what Garth said or didn’t say, or what people heard or didn’t hear — I need to tell everybody that we, the players on the field, haven’t quit on the fans.