Just yesterday I officially entered a period of mourning for football at the University of Kentucky. I believe it my duty to wear a black armband for thirty days at the end of which I shall be forever free of any further need to acknowledge the existence of the program. This duty was brought about by the untimely euthenasia performed on our Cats yesterday by "The Ole Ball Coach" and his brood of steroidal 'Cocks.
For the past several years I have been beating a muted…Continue
Having been in this position for almost fifty years, you would think I would have grown accustomed to the self inflicted misery that comes from being a Kentucky football fan. Why that cluster Saturday night against U of L depressed me after the regimes of Charlie Bradshaw and John Ray and Fran Curci and Bill Curry and Hal Mumme is beyond comprehension. I no longer dream of dominance by our football program: I am prepared to accept competent mediocrity, so why do I feel such malaise on…Continue
Every few days I wander through spreading the gospel and trying to fire up the semifaithful Wildcat football fans for the beginning of the season. It seems a thankless job, but some one will always muck the stables while the thoroughbreds in Rupp get the celebrity treatment. Thing is, I love Kentucky basketball...when it is basketball season, but right now, as usual, it seems that more people interested in Kentucky athletics care where Archie Goodwin ends up playing his college hoops…Continue
I think I will drop my usual detractor pose today, and attempt to convince myself why, after four decades of misery, I should adopt an optimistic stance concerning this years Wildcat football season. I have a few reasons which, I believe, bear some merit, but I have found that logic has little to do with Kentucky football. At any rate, so be it. Following, justified or not, are the reasons for my annual optimism.
1) The offensive line: Cliche - The games are won in the…Continue