After last Sunday's crushing loss, it seems to me like Groundhog Day - for the 14th straight year. Deja vu all over again, and again, and again. . . SSDD turned inexorably into SSDS, Same S**t, Different Season.
High hopes, hideous losses. Too many to count or clearly remember. Just a kind of blur of sickening, dispiriting games where we almost get there, only to find new and creative ways to lose. In the last few seconds. These gut wrenching defeats are scattered among horrid shellackings, punctuated with just enough feel-good wins to keep me interested.
Despite our pathetic history, I'm still optimistic about this season - as I am each year - although I know that every bit of hope will eventually be squeezed out of me by another game featuring an inexplicable transformation of glorious victory into morbid defeat.
So, let's get a win against the Panthers. I will then be able to continue fooling myself into believing that somehow, some way, things will get better for a team that is not just snake-bitten, but frozen in a time warp of repetitive and repulsive self-immolation.
High hopes, hideous losses. Too many to count or clearly remember. Just a kind of blur of sickening, dispiriting games where we almost get there, only to find new and creative ways to lose. In the last few seconds. These gut wrenching defeats are scattered among horrid shellackings, punctuated with just enough feel-good wins to keep me interested.
Despite our pathetic history, I'm still optimistic about this season - as I am each year - although I know that every bit of hope will eventually be squeezed out of me by another game featuring an inexplicable transformation of glorious victory into morbid defeat.
So, let's get a win against the Panthers. I will then be able to continue fooling myself into believing that somehow, some way, things will get better for a team that is not just snake-bitten, but frozen in a time warp of repetitive and repulsive self-immolation.
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