Sometimes, just sometimes, things are not just about football.
Don't misunderstand me, I am sad about giving the football talent inside Jesse Hogan to another team to deploy on the field. And a team that, poignantly, whipped our arses at the craypot a couple of months ago, no less, and contains at least two players that should be ours already.
I'd go so far to say I had a yearning to see some persistence from player and club from both sides of the fence pay off.
It's pretty clear now that there's a kind of ruthlessness to the club. A different ruthlessness with a different purpose to that which saw a young Simpson left like a trumpeter on a north mole rock , flapping while his gills dried out until he happened to fall into the water again and swim away seeking refuge.
I'd like to think that this ruthlessness is now guided, whole team welfare oriented, and will not stand for offering real chances, true care and honest support to have it thrown back in faces with disregard.
It's not about protecting egos any more.
Maybe I'm dreaming, but I have to believe that this is not simply a double-down blunder.