Therapy Wednesday: Still Gutted, Still Bucs, Still Blindly Believing
It’s been a few days since the Patriots game, and I’m still walking around like someone stole my Sunday and replaced…
It’s been a few days since the Patriots game, and I’m still walking around like someone stole my Sunday and replaced…
They still chant his name sometimes, but never loud enough to admit it. It slips out between beers, between plays, between…
Somewhere between beating Alabama in college and being booed by an entire city that eats sadness for breakfast (looking at you,…