If you are expecting me to trash the whole team and call for major changes, you may want to go read something else. We lost yesterday and it was a frustrating game, but it wasn't like we got a 38-7 beatdown.
I watch games just like everyone else. My heart is on my sleeve, right by the honey mustard stain. I scream at the TV like my life depends on it. I've often wondered what exactly my neighbors think is going on. Sometimes I shout encouragement. When Nate Allen picked off that pass yesterday I must have screamed "Go!!!" 20 times. I knew our offense needed all the help it could get and I wanted to encourage Nate to...well, go. When Stew dropped the INT, I let him know that was unacceptable, in some rather harsh terms. And so on.
After games I get away from football. I watch a TV show. Or go for a walk. Maybe listen to some Iron Maiden. Or go get some dinner, at a place with no TVs. I try to get my "stinkin' mind right" as John Lott would say. I want to re-watch the game with a clear head. Writing down my angry anecdotes would be pointless. Studying the game to see what happened is completely different. I have no agenda. I watch plays and write what I see. That helps me to set aside my emotions and focus more on what actually happened.
If you want to be critical or Reid or the players, that's fine. If you want to rant and rave, you can do that as well, but don't expect a response from me. I've gotten all that stuff out of my system.