There is nothing worse these days, it seems, than being average.
Mathematically speaking, that's absurd because the very nature of average suggests that half of the options are actually worse even if half are better.
But average is suggestive of a sort of settling — a reach for the lowest branch and not the stars mentality that has no place in our increasingly binary society.
It is expressed in the modern pejorative "mid," which the kids these days lob at all sorts of ordinary and soon-to-be humiliated targets.
Your Halloween costume. That song. Everyone's favorite football team.
It better not be mid.
An improvement on average, particularly in the mindset of many modern sports fans, is to be outlandishly bad — something I talked about on Tuesday's Daily Delivery podcast in the context of the Vikings.
Through the first four games of the year, which I will still think of as a quarter of the season no matter how many games Roger Goodell foolishly decides to add to the schedule, we have seen that the Vikings have enough flaws to prevent them from being great. They quite possibly have enough to stop them from even being good.