I'm still not done.
I honestly thought we were fucking better than this. I didn't expect like 10 wins or 14 like some, but I expected something! I mean we had it all last year, it wasn't perfect, but it wasn't bad either. It really looked like a competitive team that had flare and fire. I thought finally my prayers to see a good damn team in this uniform I loved was finally coming to fruition. I didn't complain, I didn't cry that I missed out on 1999 through 2003, I took it in stride. I didn't expect it to be fast, I didn't expect it to be immediate, but I expected it to fucking happen.
It's been year after year of the same thing, one guy comes in, looks good, cleans house and next years takes a hot steaming crap all over the turf. Every year our hopes get raised and we come running back, loving this team unconditionally.
The reward is it throwing shit in our face. Every single time and every single time the coach is the same person. A stubborn asshole who has no ability to admit he was wrong. Linehan went to war with Holt and Jackson when his way proved it wasn't working yet he still stubbornly held onto it, the team gave up on Spags when he wouldn't do anything different aside from how he'd squat that day and now here we are with Fisher, watching us getting beaten and bloodied by the same mistakes over and over again.
Just like the last two the only thing he has to say is that it'll get better, to be patient, my way will work eventually guys I mean it really.
I'm just tired of waiting, I'm tired of what ifs, I'm tired of okay I know it's not working now, but wait around I'm sure it'll work later.
Give me something to hope for, give me a goddamn competitive team, stop giving me hope just to wrestle it outta my hands and spit in my face for even believing.
I just.. I don't know.
Christ.