coffee's still working on me, brain went straight to the lions, pre-2011, every autumn a fresh crime scene, and i loved them for it. still do, honestly, in the specific way you love a dog that's never once caught the mail truck but sprints after it anyway. covering a contender's fine, it pays the bills, but somewhere under the notebook there's a guy who'll always have a soft spot for the franchises that show up every september with zero rings and a full heart. no story here, no quotes, just a man and his mug, defending a fanbase he doesn't even cover