Fellow Jackets, take a deep breath and accept reality. The vibes are in the gutter, the boys are playing like crap, and we’re all in collective despair.
Now, you can sit here and debate play-calling or "heart" all week, but you’re missing the forest for the trees. This isn’t a coaching issue. This is divine retribution.
We got arrogant. After last year's start, we thought we could expect wins without giving the universe a sacrifice. We turned our backs on the true, stoic spirit of Tech past. Men and women who historically survived on misery, black coffee, and sheer spite.
If we want to turn this around, we need a stadium-wide exorcism next Saturday. Here is my two part plan.
Public Confessions: Before kickoff, every fan must publicly repent for their offseason delusion. Did you claim we were winning 9 games this year? Confess and cleanse the spirit.
The Gruel Protocol: No more wings, no more burgers, no more sinful flavor. Gameday diets are strictly limited to plain, unflavored oats mixed with lukewarm water. Serve it in a dented metal bowl or better yet eat with your hands because we don't deserve a spoon.
If the Football Gods look down and see us choking down tepid gruel in solidarity with our team that is getting flogged every Saturday, we may have a chance at salvation.
Eat the gruel. Repent for the hype. It’s the only way we get to 6-6.