Monday, October 8, 2007


The Hawks stink this year. On ice, on carpet, and especially on grass; they stink for all seasons. My question is: Why didn't we see this coming?

Answer: we never do. Football fans at this school act like 14-year-old girls every year. Pre-season:
"Oh my god, the Hawks are going to be soooooo good this year! We're going to be, like, eight and four!"
"We're totally going to be ranked. It's going to be sweeter than unicorn sweat!"

This year is, of course, no different. We've got the same solid defense that looks absolutely crushing against early-season creampuffs, but gets humiliated when they're stuck on the field for 90 percent of the game, which they usually are against real opposition. Like, not even cool.

It was ever thus. Remember our big-time world-beating quarterback, Drew Tate? Aside from the odd concussion and, admittedly, one of the most memorable passes in Hawkeye history, he never really did all that much. We started 2005 (I think it was 2005) ranked in the top freaking ten, and hid under the bed whenever anybody showed us a picture of a quality opponent. Infinitely annoying.

Am I angry because of the ridiculous expectations or the poor performance itself? I'm not sure it matters, nor do I know for sure.


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