Are The Titans Damaged Beyond Repair?

ID10Ts, I am not okay. I’m barely getting by. I’m losing track of the L’s and losing my sense of team pride. I know I can’t be the only one in Nashville holding on for 2025. Some days, it ain’t all bad—like when we rocked the not-Oilers in H-Town. But then there are days when it all gets worse—like giving up just 10 points to the Jagoffs and still losing on our home turf.

It’s not okay, but Callahan swears we’re all gonna be alright.

The truth is, you and I, as Titans fans, have spent so long living in football hell. Year after year, we’re sold the dream of contention, only to wake up in the same nightmare. How does 3-10 even happen? How, in the name of all things holy, can we not find someone—anyone—to play Right Tackle? And don’t get me started on L’Jarius Sneed. All that hype, only for it to crash and burn as he soft quits on us. But hey, at least he didn’t storm off the field like De’Vondre Campbell, so I guess we’re supposed to just ignore it. “Injuries,” right?

And forget even getting a, “Sorry I gave up, but I’m just so defeated,” because accountability isn’t in the playbook. Some of these grown men act like little boys, yet they’ll still collect their millions while we, the fans, pay for it in misery week after week. It’s like we’re stuck in some alternate reality where hope is a cruel joke and Sunday is just another day to suffer.

Cincy hardly has it better in 2024. They’re hanging on by a thread, sure, but at least they know they’ve got their QB of the future and a top-tier WR. Take it from us, Bengals: do yourself a favor—do not dispose of your top receiving asset. In fact, don’t get rid of any of your talented assets. Not even your backup QB. Trust me, you don’t want to end up like the Titans, who seem incapable of learning anything.

Three seasons down the line, even if we found our savior, we’d probably refuse to sign him to a long-term deal. It’s the Titans way—draft, develop, then let greatness walk out the door. Who are we kidding? We’re stuck in a perpetual loop of mediocrity, and yeah, I’m spiraling. But can you blame me?

Look, I’m not out here searching for new ways to disappear. TI already ships me across the country enough as it is. Thankfully, this week, Ohio is just one call away from home. But man, I’m tired. The back roads have gotten to me, the losing has gotten to me, the drinking has gotten to me, and the endless stream of Callahanisms has definitely gotten to me.

By now, I should know better. Our team is our team, and we are perpetually let down. But will that stop us from watching and supporting the two-tone blue? Hell no! The Titans are a little bit right and an ungodly amount of wrong, but for this week, why not go 1-0? Just once. Give us something—anything—to remind us why we do this to ourselves every Sunday.

Prediction: Jelly Roll is named Player of the Game starting at RT

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

After being picked up off waivers from his home state of Indiana, Miles Harrington landed at the Titans Idiot Nation as their official hired gun. Miles’ hobbies include exotic travel to the most dangerous corners of the earth, humiliating Colts fans, and exclusively dating women with intel on fantasy sleepers. Miles is so sports-obsessed that his family nearly had him committed. But the judge was so impressed with his dedication to SINNING that she granted him full immunity. Head on over to Sports Idiot Nation to see for yourself.