I am a realist. I try to live in the real world enjoyably. This is hard especially when life deals you a plate of horse turd possum souffle.
I realized that Weber was here as long as Curdog was here. Then Currie leaves. Hope. New AD knuckles under to the big wallets. So another yeAR with oscar.
Some guys set high standards for things in their lives. High standards for women, beer, friends, gravy, and relatives. They refuse to partake in these things because of their standards. They miss out on many joys of life.
I love college basketball. Cats are my team. With 10 or so teams hoarding the best players that allow them to get far in the tournament each year, peon teams realistically have a slim chance to have a magical year. So some just turn their back on the whole and don't give a rip. These are good fans that have a different approach than me. I try to get some fun out of the poor situation.
I would like us to beat a few named non conference teams. I would like us to win 60% of our Big 12 teams. I would love to beat KU in Lawrence so I can watch beakerGals cry.
I respect people not caring. I choose a different path to try to sueeze some juice from the old turnip.