The season started with promise. Come on, admit it. You became a little tipsy, maybe not completely inebriated, with unfettered hope that this was the year the Dolphins were going to make some noise. But, hold up. It's not time to start suffering from a hangover of disappointment. Maybe I'm the one drinking too much of my own punch.
Watching the game against the Jaguars was like oncoming stomach upset. You feel the unnerving grumbling around the second quarter; you know this could become really painful; by the end you're on the ground curled up in a ball. The Jaguars?