Oh, how tempting it is.
Winnipeg Blue Bomber fans, we know what you're thinking. And we can't really blame you, after watching that impressive showing in Toronto.
The retro-wearing Bombers put on their Sunday best for Friday night's licking of the Argonauts, and now you're tempted to give this guy one more chance, aren't you?
You were ready to write him off completely, after his hijinks the weekend before. Now he shows up at your door with puppy-dog eyes and a bouquet the size of Jerome Haywood.
Your head tells you to throw the thing in his face and slam the door.
But your heart wonders: could it be for real, this time?
We're not here to tell you what to do.
But we are going to remind you of the course this on-again, off-again relationship has taken. Perhaps it'll help you make a decision.
It began, of course, last autumn, during a whirlwind week out East.
What was supposed to be a mid-November weekend escape to Toronto, no strings attached, turned into a torrid, nine-day affair that aroused feelings you hadn't experienced since 2001.
The relationship only strengthened over the winter, a cozy feeling of familiarity washing over you, as you anticipated what looked to be an exciting future.
This summer, though, has been a real eye-opener.
The person you thought you knew has shown an ugly side.
At home, he's been awfully complacent, getting next to nothing done -- until you start screaming.
Romance? He's been all talk, no action.
Oh, he'd pick it up for a day here and there, only to return to being a sloth for the next few weeks.
Remember that night in late July, after you'd sworn you were dumping him for good, following two straight weeks of being treated like dirt in your own house?
Suddenly he swoops in like Casanova, treating you to an evening you won't soon forget.
About time he showed up, you were thinking.
But soon he was back to the same old, same old.
Things came to a head just over a week ago, you'll recall.
What began as an enjoyable night out -- it appeared he was going to make amends, again -- ended with him saying and doing all the wrong things.
It left you flabbergasted, remember? How could someone be so self-destructive?
Then there's the way he continued to talk about himself, oblivious to his shortcomings. Listening to him over the last few months, it's obvious the guy still thought he was god's gift to the world.
We haven't even got to his performance on the road, where he's acted like a complete moron, staying up too late, showing up late for important appointments -- there wasn't one road trip where he acted like the sweetheart you thought he was.
Trips to different parts of Canada were going to be so exciting this year, you thought. Boy, were you wrong. It got to the point where he was embarrassing the both of you.
Until this past weekend.
Toronto, again. Everything seemed so right.
He was dynamic. In control. Sure of himself, but not cocky.
And reliable -- right where he was supposed to be, exactly when he was supposed to be there.
You felt that old feeling, again. Proud to be with him.
And now he's asking you for another chance.
Says he's learned from his mistakes, that he's made changes, that things will be better, from now on.
Says if you stick with him, he might even take you on another fall excursion, like last year's.
You want to believe him. You've invested so much.
But should you?
A word of advice: Don't base it on one weekend. Give it a little more time, and your answer will become obvious.
As sure as the fall colours are coming, the Bombers' true colours are, too.
If they haven't already.