Welcome to the glorious (or inglorious) TAN #130, Code Name: New Hope. Well, another offseason come and gone. If I recall correctly, my last published TAN (Code Name "The Awakening") took place on the advent of this past season. Some Super Bowl predictions were tossed about.
The simple fact is that not all of us become the teams we hoped to be. The Rex Ryan Jets thought they could win it all, but they could not. It's time to start over again. But we have a fresh start with Mac and Bowles, and frankly, I've rarely seen a more promising one. This FA and draft are some of the best I can remember.
We'll win it this time, my friends. I guarantee it.
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For our music today, I would like to share with you a song I very much enjoy. "Blackwater," by the Doobie Brothers. I love this song because of its incredible harmonies, and also because its gentle, flowing melody really makes me think of a river.
The lyrics in this song are quite excellent. I miss the days when songs told a story, rather than just capturing a single emotion. This segment in particular gets to me:
But I remember us riding in my brother's car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks I'd lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take
Now those memories come back to haunt me
they haunt me like a curse
Enjoy the TAN everyone!