9 months 23 days. 15 days. 138 days. These to me represent what is coming up in life that is importat. Each day is different and has a different meaning. From a wedding, to the Start of Football, to the end of my project(with a hope of a contract extension) there is a lot to look forward to in the next several months in my life. But I am here to focus on that most holiest of seasons-Football. I have lived, breathed, and bled(and cried some tears) Panther Purple and gold for 8 years now. From the highest of highs(San Marcos, Texas, Oklahoma City) to the lowest of lows Chattanooga a week after San Marcos, 2007 quarter finals, and yet every year it seems the Panthers take my hopes up to the high that this finally may be the year and every year have dashed them jsut the same. So why my friends do we subject ourselves to such punishment. Why do we have all but one of our teams end the year on a loss? Why do we come back year after year where only ONE of our teams will have its dream at the end of the year. One world, happiness. We as human creatures are naturally positive(well except D1B) and love the happy feelings so much that we subject ourselves to constant heartbreak in order to feel that one year of happinesxs whne our team finally puts it all together and gets that shiny piece of hardwar that vaults our team to the pinnacle of FCS.
Good luck to all the players out there this year, GO FCS!
“You’re it until you die or I find someone better”