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Life was intense, back in the day, when we competed for national championships.
Every play, every first down, every game had so much meaning. My ladyfolk saw my personality change as game day approached and, when we lost, I wouldn’t be much fun to be around.
So there is advantage in Canes mediocrity: If UM wins, great. If it loses, it’d be a shame but what difference does it make, say, if you go 8-5 or 7-6?
It’s like when we, as kids, used to play those endless pickup games and we didn’t even keep score. We just enjoyed the game for the little love of it. Results didn’t matter.
Yeah, I’ve lowered my sights. I’m having serious trouble understanding our leadership.
But I’ve got to learn how to cope in this downward cycle, which will last for a few more years. Lowering expectations — and just enjoying the games for themselves— seems to be the only way to enjoy this era of Canes football.
Don’t think I don’t care about winning. I do. And I’ll be out there tomorrow freezing my buns off,
cheering myself hoarse rooting for the Canes in the cathedral of my youth, Yankee Stadium.
But whatever the outcome, life will go on.
Every play, every first down, every game had so much meaning. My ladyfolk saw my personality change as game day approached and, when we lost, I wouldn’t be much fun to be around.
So there is advantage in Canes mediocrity: If UM wins, great. If it loses, it’d be a shame but what difference does it make, say, if you go 8-5 or 7-6?
It’s like when we, as kids, used to play those endless pickup games and we didn’t even keep score. We just enjoyed the game for the little love of it. Results didn’t matter.
Yeah, I’ve lowered my sights. I’m having serious trouble understanding our leadership.
But I’ve got to learn how to cope in this downward cycle, which will last for a few more years. Lowering expectations — and just enjoying the games for themselves— seems to be the only way to enjoy this era of Canes football.
Don’t think I don’t care about winning. I do. And I’ll be out there tomorrow freezing my buns off,
cheering myself hoarse rooting for the Canes in the cathedral of my youth, Yankee Stadium.
But whatever the outcome, life will go on.