Darn tootin. I could graph the elation crushing disappointment axis of leaf fans for the last 8-20 years. A few peaks with subterranean valleys close to the earths core mixed with illusions replicating the house of mirrors at a carnival. You don’t know which way is up but you know you got to get the frig out. All the while you stand by your team and exhaust the plethora of extrinsic libations that get you through the season. Ya we know, we turned a corner, bring it