“There is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of Men for this
J.R.R. Tolkien and Phill Lytletreacheryperformance.”
I have no words in my vocabulary to describe what we saw last night. Well, that is not exactly accurate. I know some words. Some real good words, but this is a family friendly blog and I am a family friendly guy so I don’t use those words. And, since I can’t find the words to help make sense of the absolute embarrassment we witnessed, I will walk you through my reactions using only GIFs, pictures, and memes.
My feeling after the defense forced a punt on the first possession:
After Adoree’ Jackson fumbles the punt:
Watching Marcus miss open receivers in the first half:
Minshew overload…
Running the ball on 2nd and long…all night long…
The refs and their love of the “holding” call…
How I felt watching the rest of the 1st half:
The Offensive Line in the 2nd half:
Corey Davis’ awesome one-handed catch:
From this point on, I will simply post a series of GIFs that will describe how I felt as the game came to a close.
The End
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This post almost made watching the game worth it. Well done, Phill. Well done.
Thanks, brother!
I figured that trying to analyze that train wreck was pointless. It was such an ugly game. I hope this article can bring a little light into the darkness that is the Tennessee Titans’ 2019 season.
Good stuff! Much better than the game.
LOL.
Well said, There were many times last night I wanted to use the unfamily friendly words.
As I watched, I felt deep disappointment. Not quite sorrow, because the season isn’t over, but disillusionment because after game one there was a sense of optimism. I realized something, though. Fans of teams have emotions, strong emotions. They identify. They almost live and die with their team. I’ve read about the Brooklyn Dodgers fans in the 50s, and the modern day – really, 20th and 21s century Chicago Cubs fans come to mind. If you don’t have a strong tie to a team, a heartfelt loyalty, it doesn’t matter, it’s just a game, you’re more detached, perhaps more objective. Such is the life of those who love sports, and most of all, those who love a particular team, or teams.
Well played Phill.
This is so much better than the game I turned off at the start of the second…quarter.