6-7 Continues To Haunt Every Aspect Of My Life

Every app I open, every game I watch, every timeline I scroll through, it’s all 6–7. I can’t escape it. This stupid little trend that somehow took over the entire internet has now evolved into a full blown psychological operation directly targeting me. It haunts me in my sleep. 

You can’t even open social media without 6–7 smacking you in the face. You slip up and say those two numbers together in a normal conversation and suddenly your grown adult friends people with jobs, mortgages, and drug addictions are calling it out like middle schoolers. They put kids on the big screen at games and these little gremlins hit the 6–7 faster than a 22-year-old girl rips her vape the second she’s “so stressed out.” It’s everywhere. It’s unavoidable. And now… now it has infiltrated my football team.

I mentioned the possibility of us going on a run, and after beating Buffalo it’s déjà vu all over again. I swear I’m living the same nightmare twice. This feels exactly like 2022 when the Miami Dolphins were 2–7, the same exact record they had this year when they beat Buffalo, and then somehow pulled off a massive upset over the Baltimore Ravens, who were 6–2 at the time, winning 22–10. That game ignited a spark. A dangerous spark. A spark that tricked us all into believing. The Dolphins then went on to win their next five games, climbing all the way back to 8–7, only to get absolutely obliterated by former Dolphins quarterback Ryan Tannehill and the Tennessee Titans. We ended the season 9–8, missed the playoffs, and fired Head Coach Brian Flores. Classic Miami Dolphins.

And here we are again. The Dolphins, now sitting at 3–7, have a cupcake schedule, just like 2022, and can very easily rattle off four straight wins. Which would bring us to the cursed, the dreaded, the demonic 6–7. And don’t just take my word for it. Even Jon Gruden is apparently high on this team going on a run. Jon Gruden! I didn’t ask for that level of validation. I don’t want that validation. I want freedom.

As much as I love watching this team win, I’m reaching my breaking point. I can’t do this emotional roller coaster anymore. If we’re going to be bad, then just be bad. Commit to it. Don’t be bad, then be good, then finish somewhere between 8–9 and 9–8 like we’re trapped in football purgatory. I’m begging this team, pick a direction. Because if we end up 6–7 again, I might lose my mind.