I might be a little deluded.
In fact I could even be strung up and tossed into a mental institution for thinking such an outrageous thing.
But I can't help it.
I can't help believing that the title is not beyond Arsenal, that we can still win it.
I know it seems there is less chance of Arsenal winning the league than spotting Osama high-fiving Obama after fooling us all but it's possible.
Miracles can happen.
Over the last month I have kept my mouth firmly shut. I wanted to see how the season panned out.
To me it seems we have thrown it away. It was ours for the taking but we haven't taken it.
Arsenal have put themselves into a position of what 'might have been'.
However, despite these sick feelings, it is still not 100% over.
Whilst I concede I would probably be more likely to see Harry Redknapp do at least 46 winks and twitches a second before Arsenal win the league I'm still clinging to the hope that miracles do exist.
I may well be a dope, I may well be dumb, but if Chelsea beat Man Utd this weekend, and we win too, Arsenal will be only 3 points off the top with 2 games to play.
Had you been offered that, when all the experts were saying Arsenal would come 6th, at the beginning of the season I'm sure you would have taken it.
Yes I know the last couple of months have felt like Mike Tyson continuously punching you in the genitals.
Yes I know we have 99.9% thrown it away.
Yes I know Wenger has made mistakes.
But I do know something else too. Until it is mathematically impossible for us to not win the title then I will believe we can until my last breath.
Or until Beth Ditto, the largest female singer of all time, sings at the top of her voice naked on a mountain.
Keep It Goonerish..........