If Gus isn't gone by the KC game, I'm done with the Jaguars until he is. Alcohol's too expensive for me to put myself through this on a weekly basis. Anyone with a functional set of brain cells knew before the end of last year that Gus was useless. Anyone with a functional set of eyes could no longer defend him after San Diego. Anyone dumb enough to hold out hope must have lost it over the last seven days, when we looked as bad as any Jaguars team to ever take the field. Far worse, far, far worse than 1995 or the Mularkey year. I cannot think of a worse two-game stretch. Up until last night, I couldn't even think of a worse game than the Raiders last Sunday. Then last night happened.


I'm done. I say that with all the love in my heart for this team, but I'm done. I'm not going to waste my time and money traveling to Jacksonville to be one of twelve fans in whatever section I choose to buy a ticket in. The only game left with any chance of filling up, unless Gus goes and an interim gives us a spark, is Minnesota, and that's for J-smooth, not the team.


I'm done wasting my afternoons on this team. If they don't care, and the coach doesn't know how to make them care, and the owner doesn't care enough to replace the coach with someone who can, then I don't care. Piss off, Jags. I'm done with you until you give a damn.

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