Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Faded dreams of Purple and Gold

With great sorrow, I am going to try and convert my feelings of sadness and sorrow for prose. Bear with me, since this isn't very easy for a diehard Husky fan like myself.

Everyear you feel it. When the days of summer start to get a bit shorter and the nights just a little colder. You can tell Summer is on its way out the door and fall is right around the corner. It's when the kids are getting ready to go back to school and there's a quiet sound to the air.

Off in the distance, you can hear the faint yet familiar sound of the drum line. Your pace begins to fasten as you clinch your preseason guide in the fist and walk faster to the sound. The beat of the drum line changes and you feel the late August air rush against your face. You can begin to feel your heart beat a little faster and the anticipation begins to bubble over. You reach into your pocket and take our your ticket. It's the first ticket of many tickets that are on a sheet with this season's captains printed on it. Quickly, you hand the embossed piece of paper to the woman working the door as ladies with shiny sequence hats walk by. To your left, you hear a young boy asking to his father if the sophomore quarterback will have his breakout year.

You begin the hike to your seats as you find yourelf longing for the years as an undergrad and student seats on the 50 yard line. As you hear the band getting louder and the fans begin to clap, you quicken your pace. You push past families and old people , and your eyes grow wider as you see the light at the end of the tunnel. As you get closer, the light gives way to a view of a packed stadium and a sea of coordinated color. Your hands start clapping as you work your way to your seat. You hear the familiar sound of the fight song and begin to sing, just as you realize to yourself that football season has returned.

Wow. I hope that you could feel just a tiny bit of what I put into writing that fucking thing.

Here's the deal. The Huskies have had 2 losing seasons in a row. This is huge people. Their losing season last year was the first in a gazillion years.

As a Husky fan, I had my lofty expectations crushed as I watched my beloved Dawgs win only two games this year. Gone are the days of rivalries and winning streaks. Of Bowl Games and hopes of Pasedena. Bragging rights and trash talking have rolled over to expose their underbelly. It is a dark day to be a Husky.


But, there's always next season!

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