I began listening to UK games with my dad and grandpa on the radio. I wasn't a fan at that age but I was doing something with my dad and grandpa, and that's all that mattered. It wasn't until the '78 season the my real Fandom started. I would listen to Cawood call the game in the car in the cold, bundled up. And if I was lucky, I'd sneak up and watch the game on delay and my parents would sleep through it.
As I grew older I learned that UK doesn't always win, but we would the next time the teams met. Life stayed that way for decades. Then came Cal. And at first it was pretty dang fun. Then the wheels started to wobble, like when he said draft night was the greatest night in UK history. Losses to teams began to pile up, and there was no next year victory. I wasn't happy, but I was getting comfortably numb to it. Then 9-16 happened, and you all no what a shit show Cal has produced since then.
And now I'm no longer numb to the losses. That man is gone, erased in history by Cal... every loss is accompanied by his smug face, and his smarmy speeches. That sanguine even tempered guy is dead and buried. Now I just loathe Cal and wish him gone. How, I really don't care. Pay him off, give him demands he can't possibly agree too, keep putting up for sale signs at his house, get in his face when he is out and about. He has killed the found feelings I had when I could remember my dad, my grandpa. Eff Cal and eff Barney for protecting his fat ass.
As I grew older I learned that UK doesn't always win, but we would the next time the teams met. Life stayed that way for decades. Then came Cal. And at first it was pretty dang fun. Then the wheels started to wobble, like when he said draft night was the greatest night in UK history. Losses to teams began to pile up, and there was no next year victory. I wasn't happy, but I was getting comfortably numb to it. Then 9-16 happened, and you all no what a shit show Cal has produced since then.
And now I'm no longer numb to the losses. That man is gone, erased in history by Cal... every loss is accompanied by his smug face, and his smarmy speeches. That sanguine even tempered guy is dead and buried. Now I just loathe Cal and wish him gone. How, I really don't care. Pay him off, give him demands he can't possibly agree too, keep putting up for sale signs at his house, get in his face when he is out and about. He has killed the found feelings I had when I could remember my dad, my grandpa. Eff Cal and eff Barney for protecting his fat ass.