The lurkers and the regulars are all at this point well aware of my maniacal fixation on Liverpool's (imaginary) 28 point improvement. There are times when I feel like a caricature of myself, when I utter those words in that combination.
Believe me, the sheer lunacy of my predication is not lost on me, and truth be told, it would be a foolish man, that actually believed those words to be true.
Lucky for you all, I am seriously crazy enough to believe that this could actually happen.
Now, I guess I may as well confess that when I first dreamed up the idea, I was stone cold sober, so I can not even blame intoxication for my lofty thoughts. Which begs the question, was I actually thinking straight at the time, or was I in some kind of sober slumber, where the thought of consuming alcohol, and not actually consuming alcohol led to some kind of hypnotic state.
A Shaman is known for going to such places, and I am most definitely not one of those fabled Medicine Men, yet, I find myself hallucinating nevertheless.
In Rodgers, we have a manager, who gets what being a manager of Liverpool is all about, and if you need further evidence of that fact, I say you are blind, and I am not Jesus Christ, so you are most definitely barking up the wrong tree if you are looking for a miracle.
His work, since he became Liverpool manager, has all but created a foundation, one which we are beginning to build on right now, however, for some, the way Reina was ruthlessly let go this summer, was a sign that Rodgers, was eager to tear down the foundations he had spent a year meticulously building.
A personality like Reina, could not be let go, he had to remain, because he formed one of the cornerstones, that would hold the rest of the building in place, especially because Carragher had retired.
Now, I do not wish any ill feelings amongst the community, because let me say, I was one of the biggest Reina apologists. I knew, that he would be a massive loss for the club, and I knew that he was turning his career around, after what seemed like a good few years in the wilderness.
But, we were all Reina Apologists.
You see the use of words when referring to why Reina had a future at Liverpool, all had the tone of a battered liver.
"Oh No, He doesn't mean to hurt me, It's just that drinking helps with the pain, and I unfortunately, have to bear the full brunt of the force of intoxication."
Each and every one of us, was left in a position, where apologising for Reina, was what we had to do. He was after all one of us, and a loyal member of the squad, who given a chance would never do anything to hurt us.
But hurt us he did, and in the cold light of day, I want to say as fans, we choose which players we apologise for, and apologising for someone like Reina, well, that makes more sense than apologising for the actions of a certain number 7.
I get that, because like I said, I was a Reina Apologist.
Reality however, has a way of bringing out the cold hard facts, and Mignolet has thus far proven what it is that we have been missing.
Think back to the opening day, and the first half save against Walters, now think back to the penalty and the double save. Now think, about the 2 points, and the momentum that that win created for a team desperately looking for any signs of hope.
Now think back to Aston Villa, and the saves he pulled out against Benteke, and you can just as easily attribute 2 more points to our very own Belgian.
For those amongst us who are numerically challenged, that's 4 points he has already earned.
4 out of 6 points, are off the back of Mignolet's shot stopping.
Now think to yourself, with Reina in goal, would we be in the same position?
The answer as far as I am concerned, is most definitely no.
Which is enough for us to drink away our sorrows, except there are no sorrows for us to drink away, because we are 2 for 2 and are on 6 points already, which puts us at the top of the ladder already.
Sometimes, change is good, and with Mignolet, so far, we are most definitely a better team, and for the first time in years, we are not in a position, where apologising for our keeper, is expected, or needed.