I’ll suck those bows through a garden hose Saturday if the Hawks win; gloriously celebrate my misguided pessimism. I’ll drink a whole fucking bottle of bourbon and toast my man Jimmie of the Hawks win. But I’m legitimately terrified of a 2018 sequel. Where an unwillingness to pressure a very shitty QB allows him to post career numbers.I’m going to pour down a fury of rainbows never seen before on to all naysayers in this thread come Saturday afternoon. It’s going to be beautiful.