I am more bummed out about Ryan Tannehill's injury than anyone other than David Appollos. But persist we must. Win, we must. It's Jets week. So I want to send a bit of sunshine into the lives of Dolphins nation by recalling an early experience as a Bruins fan.
I moved to LA to pursue my PhD in 2000. I was learning to be a college football fan since my undergraduate school was a basketball and academics kind of place. In 2002, the Bruins caught two injuries at Cal, and were ready to trot out a scrawny freshman from Van Nuys that none of us had ever heard about. Surprisingly, the coaching staff came out throwing, and the Bruins stomped on the Cardinal in glorious fashion. Here was the third stringer, putting the stupid tree to rest. Nothing is more pleasing than collapsed smugness, and Stanford's pathetic fan base, populating a bar in Westwood that day, looked suddenly crumpled sad and wrinkled in their khaki and gingham costumes.
Matt Moore stomped them. He was cocky, bright, swaggering- in short, the sort of guy you play your tail off for because, quite simply, you like him.
So let's send the Jets into oblivion once again. Brandon Marshall can cry about holding calls, ___- here I was going to call out another of their players, but I can't remember any... Oh well.
Fins Up. And let's rally around the kid from Van Nuys. He's got moxie and he'll leave it all on the field.