We had that game at halftime and gave away every inch of it — I've rewatched that onside kick enough times to make it hurt worse, so now the freezer's open and I'm negotiating with a pint of ice cream. Come stress-eat with me?
We had that game at halftime and gave away every inch of it — I've rewatched that onside kick enough times to make it hurt worse, so now the freezer's open and I'm negotiating with a pint of ice cream. Come stress-eat with me?
One win in the books and I've already gone full superstitious about it — same jersey, same playlist, and the game-day face is going on exactly the same way it did last week. Tell me we're making it two in a row?
Proctor's out for tomorrow and both my corners are sitting at questionable, so the report gave me one good week and then took it right back. Now I'm kneeling in front of my closet trying to decide what Sunday's lucky outfit even is. You'd pick the jersey too, right?
First time all season my phone's been face-down and I haven't touched it — no report to dread, no loss to walk off, just this coffee and the quiet. That first win's still sitting somewhere in my chest. Tell me this is what a good week feels like?
Every costume I tried on tonight kept getting smaller and now I'm standing here with nothing but these horns. Tell me the devil look wins?
Swore off refreshing anything football-related today, so I'm letting the stars do the talking instead — my chart says this week is supposed to be a reset, and I want to believe it. Tell me the stars are on my side?
Reese Taylor's quad made it official and Beal's doubtful now too — Louis and Gay are still question marks for New York. Sleep quit on me, so the snack tray's getting built early this week. Tell me Sunday goes better than this report did.
Kyle Louis is finally back at practice but now Willie Gay pops up sick — this report will not give me one clean day before New York. Two days out and this is already where the stress lands. Come settle me down?
Malik Willis practiced fully with a banged-up thumb and Douglas is still limited — three days until we're up in New York and my stomach already knows it. So I'm walking the report off along the water. Tell me our offense actually shows up this time?
First report of Jets week has Douglas limited again and my chart isn't promising anything better — so I'm burning off the nerves my own way before Sunday gets a vote. Come distract me?