Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you?
Alone on an airplane
Falling asleep against the window pane
My blood will thicken
I need to wash myself again
To hide all the dirt and pain
'Cause I'd be scared
That there's nothing underneath
What say you? I find myself frequently torn between what would be the most efficient road to get to a Super Bowl, where we realistically are, and what I think will happen.
Most efficient? Justin Fields is the guy, the defense ascends and this team goes in 2024 on a high-note with a shit-ton of money and an arsenal of draft picks.
Where we realistically are? Another broken offense, an undisciplined and floundering team/organization that needs a powerful enema.
What I think will happen? Eberflus is given another year, offensive staff fired, QB drafted high and forced into action when he's not ready and ultimately is forced to learn an offense in year two when Eberflus and friends are all launched into the sun.
Where do we go from here?
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you?
They brought in the CIA
The tanks and the whole marines
To blow me away
To blow me sky high