There is a poem written by a poet called Percy Shelley called ‘‘Ozymandis’’ of which I am rather fond. The poem tells of a vain ruler who constructed monuments in his honour only to have them eroded by the sands of time, his words ironically visible for anyone who passes by these ruins;
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings.
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
To look upon this Thursday Night Football game would give anyone despair, for he who views himself as ruler of his domain would see fit to make this match-up something worthy of pseudo-primetime television.
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Time erodes all which would be gold. Putting two AFC South teams into a primetime slot will do that as well. I shall depart you now to wander the barren deserts, where Allen Robinson doesn’t score touchdowns and Marcus Mariota’s potential is being wasted by the Titans.
This will be your open thread for this evening. Do enjoy the game.