Last year ended with a strange sense of hope. We finished 10–7, barely missing the playoffs, and capping the first season in the Mike Macdonald era with a divisional win over the Rams. I walked into the offseason wanting more. That night is still burned into my memory.. and not because of the win, but because my heat was broken at home. We were staying with my in-laws and I stepped outside in the freezing rain wearing my jersey after the game and started walking. The cold rain felt strangely therapeutic as I began processing the whole season- the let downs and the pleasant surprises. I was so cold by the time I got back to my in-laws place, but fired up for what was ahead.

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