First bye week of the season and my body still woke up like there was a kickoff — no injury report to refresh, no jersey on standby, nothing to stress about for once. So I'm staying exactly where I am. Come keep me in bed a little longer?
First bye week of the season and my body still woke up like there was a kickoff — no injury report to refresh, no jersey on standby, nothing to stress about for once. So I'm staying exactly where I am. Come keep me in bed a little longer?
Burrow found four different receivers and I've replayed every one of those touchdowns since my eyes closed, so the bed lost and the pool won. Water's warm, mood's not — come in with me?
0-5. I sat through every one of those fourth-quarter points and it still wasn't enough — so I'm finally breaking my own jersey rule tonight. Come make the score stop mattering.
Chase is officially a game-time decision and I've refreshed the report more times than I'll admit — hours until kickoff and this jersey is the only thing I've managed to put on. Say you're watching this one with me.
Final report's in — Duck's back but Joly's out with a concussion too, so I'm coping the only way I know how: aqua nails and a snack stash already staged for tomorrow. Come keep me sane until kickoff?
Taylor's officially out and Douglas still hasn't practiced — I read the whole report standing right here before my coffee even finished brewing. Come stress over Sunday with me?
Chop's out with a concussion and Ja'Marr Chase just got handed a backup edge to run against — I've been scouting him since the report dropped and it's not helping my nerves one bit. You think our backups can hold him?
Cincy comes to town Sunday, Douglas's ankle still isn't right, and sleep clearly quit on me — so the suitcase I abandoned is finally getting sorted. Come fold with me?
Back from Minneapolis with a loss in my bag and a whole week before Cincinnati comes to town — I unpacked exactly one thing and gave up on the rest. Today the scoreboard can wait. Come sulk in this bed with me?
They beat us with five field goals. FIVE. At least our first touchdown of the season finally showed up, even if nobody bothered to tell the rest of the offense — so I'm dragging myself to checkout in nothing but this jersey and a bad attitude. Come sit with me before they kick me out of this room?