The season is over. #2 seed and home field advantage? Out the window. The Panthers lost their first playoff game against the Arizona Cardinals, 33-13.
I don't have much to say about this game. This game leaves me brokenhearted. I'm tired. I'm frustrated. I threw the whole day away just so I could watch the game on a flat screen. What a waste of my time.
All I want to say is this: When Jake Delhomme pulled off a heroic victory at San Diego, I was there. When we were slaughtered by the Tampa Bay Bucs and came back the next time we faced them to beat them, I was there. I was there when we made that big draft day trade and got Stewart and Otah to revive the running game. I was there when we went 12-4 to bring back hope to the Carolinas.
We were hopeful. The Panthers would finally stake their place in NFL History. Team records were being broken. The city was so excited, all 7,000 of the tickets released to the public were sold out within a few minutes. We were believing once more. The Cardiac Cats are back! The Panthers were going to the Super Bowl. Nothing can stop us!
And then in this game, in a twinkling of an eye, all of our hopes, our dreams, all of the emotional pride we invested in the Panthers came to a bitter end. Jake Delhomme lost all confidence throughout the Carolina's and the NFL by throwing 5 interceptions and fumbling the ball once. Jake Delhomme lost the game for us, and I wouldn't be lying if this wasn't his final game of his career. It should be the last game of his career. If it isn't, then the fan base should have a pretty big riot in front of the stadium.
I'll be back tomorrow to post the keys to the game. Why we lost the game and what future holds for the Panthers. For now though, I'll reserve my right to remain silent. Have a good night sleep everyone. We'll have better days, I assure you.