First off, I'm aware this post will read as the literary equivalent of the bastard love child produced by an unfortunate, drunken menage a quad between Bill Little, Dr.Phil, Casey Kasem and Harry Knowles. But I feel compelled to share it with you anyway, for my own catharsis. (Aren't the interwebs wonderful?!?)
Like most of you, I am making my way through the stages of grief following Saturday's tragic events at the Cotton Bowl. After working my way through the bargaining phase (would Boise State be amenable to several sudden OL transfers in exchange for Big 12 membership?), I settled into depression. However, it was short-lived thanks to the perspective gained from the rational, well-thought out analysis and discourse provided by BON today. And a little Tom Petty (heard this on the car radio today and thought it apropos):
Well some say life will beat you down
Break your heart, steal your crown
So I've started out, for God knows where
I guess I'll know when I get there
I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings
Coming down is the hardest thing
Yeah, we had an Evel Knievel-Snake River Canyon level crash on Saturday. We're learning to fly, folks - this time without a once every generation mutant alien hybrid or passing accuracy savant at QB, little to no ability to audible, four guards on the OL, DBs begging to be burnt to a crisp, etc., etc. Yeah, with Okie State coming up it may get worse before it gets better (ask Dalton from the Double Deuce). But I'd be willing to swear on George Bailey's building and loan that we're gonna get our wings, damnit (thanks, Clarence) - and I'm thankful I'm gonna be able to experience all the highs and lows along the way, and enjoying BON while doing so.
Thanks for the divulgence, and Hook'em.