A Confession

I, Kevin McCauley, am a terrible sports fan. Some may spin what I'm about to tell you as me simply being a good blog manager and an organized person, but I see it as me being a terrible fan. What I have done is absolutely reprehensible, and I would not begrudge any of you if you hated me forever. Here goes.

This is really hard to say, but...

I made a spreadsheet of Cartilage Free Captain's offseason content. I thought up concepts for things to write during the offseason and then planned them out. I actually can't want to get started, because I want to work on it much more than I want to work on anything pertaining to this season.

Yes, this has been a great year for Spurs fans, for the most part. We got to the quarterfinals of the UEFA Champions League, after all. Sure, we never had a chance in the quarterfinal because we screwed ourselves in the most Typical Spurs™ way possible, but we still got there. I never would have dreamed that we'd be able to get to a Champions League quarterfinal post-City oil money and pre-NDP completion. It would be crazy to think like that.

The problem is, once you get a taste of that kind of success, you want more. Chokes become unacceptable, despite the fact that we're choking significantly less than we used to. If someone told you in August that we would get to the Champions League quarterfinals, finish sixth in the Premier League, and take four points from Arsenal in the league, you would have been thrilled. We all would have been.

Instead, we are all decidedly less than thrilled. We're all very frustrated with the way we've played ourselves out of fourth place, even if it was always inevitable and we never expected to be in that position in the first place. We had another shot at Champions League glory, and we pissed it away.

And I'm a bad fan, because I'm looking forward to the offseason before the final nail is in the coffin.