... I've found there's something that's often exhilarating about admitting an error. Sometimes it's embarrassing. Sometimes it's downright damning.
Other times it can be crippling. Even life-changing - positively and negatively.
But ... of the most part ... to be able to say to someone, and genuinely mean it, 'I was wrong' ... there is a cleansing feeling.
In this case ... following this team ... it should be something less than life-altering, though. It should be a cleansing thing.
I thought the Rams hiring Dick Vermeil in 1997 was among the dumbest things this organization, in its long history of stupid mistakes, ever did.
I thought their decision to retain him after the 1998 season was just about as bad.
Now? Reading his name ... hearing it on TV or during a game ... seeing him in some clip ... it almost makes me weepy. (Not really ... but almost.)
I was wrong about Dick Vermeil.
Not once.
But twice.
And I have rarely been as happy to admit to being wrong about something.
