- I don't feel any sense of "moral victory" after last night's 68 - 47 loss to the semi-pro UNC Tarheels. Big Fat Deal. We lost by twenty-one points, which by my standards is a blow-out. No team that's made it to the "sweet sixteen" in "the big dance" has any right to be beaten that badly. To me, that was one of the most un-clutch, embarrassing games I've ever seen in my career as a Coug. But what else should one expect..."Coug It" is a nationally known phrase synonymous with being unable to perform under pressure, and this team of unheralded, yet brilliant senior leadership, couldn't make a wide open lay-up, let alone an open 15 footer to save their lives. Need I say more? Probably not, but I think I will...
- I don't feel very sad that I've watched my last college basketball game for the season and maybe longer. (Although my loathing for college basketball at this moment in time isn't much different than how I felt after WSU lost in their 1998 Rose Bowl appearance to Brian Greise and that currently mediocre pro cornerback, who ended up winning the Heisman trophy that year; or after the Superbowl three years ago when Saint Jerome Bettis was awarded a Superbowl ring by a bunch of striped-shirted Pennsylvania State residents...and I've watched almost every Cougar and Seahawk football game since.) No, for me this game symbolizes what is simultaneously, minisculely hopeful, yet truly messed up about our culture...that the best teams i.e. the richest & best looking people, the corporations with the most capital, and the NCAA Tournament #1 seeds, get the unfair advantages, i.e. preferential treatment in restaurants, federal tax-cuts and homecourt advantage in their first three games of a national tournament, while the teams with the longest odds and the greatest distances to cover i.e. people with warts, pimples, multiple cowlicks and bank books riddled with red numbers, are saddled with the hopes of people who are forced to put all their eggs in the fallacy, or at least the penultimate definition of, miracles. Miracles do happen, ask Boston College fans or Boise State fans or Cal Bears fans or NC State fans. But they are few and far between, and our culture seems to prefer it to remain that way, as evidenced by all the afore mentioned allusions.
- I do not feel justified in my bitter, angry, jealous ravings, thus far.
- I do not feel any animosity whatsoever toward true UNC Tarheels fans, of whom I am only personally acquainted with two, by the names of Landon Swafford and Brian Maxwell. May they enjoy the remainder of their team's golden-brick-paved, hop-and-a-skip down the expressways of national champion-ness. The rest of you posers...most notably you jokers who have never stepped one foot anywhere near the state of North Carolina, and especially those of you who call the Northwest "home" and still have the audacity to sport powder blue and white Michael Jordan jerseys and those ridiculously straight-brimmed, crookedly donned baseball caps...I truly hope you trip and land face-first in a pile of some mut bitch's ass tar.
- Lastly, I don't feel like there's much more to say about this topic other than...I believe I'm starting to perk up a little.
Until next time,
Go Cougs!
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