Joe Burrow spent the balance of the season telling anyone who’d listen that the old Bengals were dead and gone, that this group he was growing with wasn’t going to live down to any sort of previous expectations, that the wheels weren’t going to suddenly come off like so many people thought they would.
Yet, even for him, this was something else. Pretty wild? Burrow laughed through the cellphone.
“Yeah, it is,” he acknowledged.
