These are the darkest of days - when we discover that we're not (I'm getting all verkempt again) not per ..... perfect. My God, I was able to get it out through my sobbing and sighing. Well, I know we have a perfect record, but what I mean is, what I want to say is, hell, why couldn't we win every game by 30 like really perfect teams do? I don't know if I can take the insults and laughter. It's in my head, in my head, arrrgggggh, they are winning, they have me where they want me and they won't let me off the hook. I am staring at the paring knife and thinking that "this is it, the final disappointment of a dark season, only winning our eleventh straight by a lousy three points with the world watching, especially after only beating Indy by four. Can there be any worse hell upon earth for a football fan?" I know you think I'm crazy but you don't know my pain. All my life I've wanted to be perfect. I thought I had a shot after Buffalo. Today I fully realize my imperfection and I'm afraid this is it - the end. Nothing can erase this misery, even beating the Jets 100-0. Nothing erases pain and insults like these. I hope you losers enjoy seeing a team go 19-0 but unable to dominate every game. I refuse. At least I have honor while you suck up to every 19-0 team that comes along. WHORES. Your mothers smell of elderberry.