HurricaneKush
Redshirt Freshman
- Joined
- Jan 8, 2014
- Messages
- 586
I was 96% out. Well on my way to acceptance that my sports team that created so much joy and identity as a kid was now a source of renewable misery, and would likely remain so for the foreseeable future. I’d check in here on signing day and once a week during the season, resigning myself to the understanding that my Canes fandom was a self-immolation ritual that should only occupy a limited space in my brain.
Watching Manny Diaz stomp around wearing his dads suit on the sideline last year, calling timeouts with 20 seconds when the other team had none, guys tackling the wrong guy, it simplified things for me. Canes football was a drug that used to get me high that didn’t anymore and I was getting comfortable with that.
Then Mario came, bigwigs started ponying up, and it became clear that we were built to last. Just like that, I was sick again. I’ve been reinfected with belief. I’m ready to get hurt all over again. This year, my expectations are limited. I don’t think this was a turnkey roster situation.
My entire adult life has been spent watching the giant I love sleeping itself to death, and leaving me to wonder why. Now, I genuinely think he’s waking up. He’s angry. He’s going to destroy everything in his path. He’s going to hurt me again.
I’m a sick man, and I’m actively deciding not to get better. But we’re going to beat the **** out of other college football teams for years to come, it’s going to feel good, and that’s all it’s for.
Watching Manny Diaz stomp around wearing his dads suit on the sideline last year, calling timeouts with 20 seconds when the other team had none, guys tackling the wrong guy, it simplified things for me. Canes football was a drug that used to get me high that didn’t anymore and I was getting comfortable with that.
Then Mario came, bigwigs started ponying up, and it became clear that we were built to last. Just like that, I was sick again. I’ve been reinfected with belief. I’m ready to get hurt all over again. This year, my expectations are limited. I don’t think this was a turnkey roster situation.
My entire adult life has been spent watching the giant I love sleeping itself to death, and leaving me to wonder why. Now, I genuinely think he’s waking up. He’s angry. He’s going to destroy everything in his path. He’s going to hurt me again.
I’m a sick man, and I’m actively deciding not to get better. But we’re going to beat the **** out of other college football teams for years to come, it’s going to feel good, and that’s all it’s for.