Every August, somebody with a podcast microphone and a chip on their shoulder tells you the preseason doesn’t matter. Throw out the tape. The starters play twelve snaps. Nobody’s game-planning. It’s glorified practice with ticket prices. And every...
Every August, a very specific kind of lie gets told in this country. It gets told at cookouts, in barbershops, in group chats, and in the comment section of every single fan account with a team logo in the handle. The lie is short and it goes like this: we’re...