Damnit, I Knew This Day Would Come

In my heart of hearts, I knew it couldn’t last forever. Never before have I experienced such emotional feelings for another human being. Caring, loving, giving — he knew exactly what I needed, when I needed it. This was the only man for me, and now he’s gone, never to come back. Where do I go from here? I feel lost. I feel lonely.

When I heard the news, I wandered for hours, not knowing what to do next. Life just doesn’t feel the same — it just doesn’t feel right. Right now, as I cower in the fetal position, I just don’t know if I can go on. Why? I mean, why! Why try to keep living my life knowing that this great — nay, legendary — man will never grace my presence ever again. It’s worthless — my life is worthless. He gave it meaning, and now he’s gone. Gone forever. Damn whoever did this, damn them to hell!

In times of such despair, I can only speak through the words of one of America’s greatest wordsmiths:

NAY, do not dream, designer dark,
Thou hast portray’d or hit thy theme entire:
I, hoverer of late by this dark valley, by its confines, having glimpses of it,
Here enter lists with thee, claiming my right to make a symbol too.

For I have seen many wounded soldiers die,
After dread suffering—have seen their lives pass off with smiles;
And I have watch’d the death-hours of the old; and seen the infant die;
The rich, with all his nurses and his doctors;
And then the poor, in meagreness and poverty;
And I myself for long, O Death, have breathed my every breath
Amid the nearness and the silent thought of thee.

And out of these and thee,
I make a scene, a song, brief (not fear of thee,
Nor gloom’s ravines, nor bleak, nor dark—for I do not fear thee,
Nor celebrate the struggle, or contortion, or hard-tied knot),
Of the broad blessed light and perfect air, with meadows, rippling tides, and trees
and flowers and grass,
And the low hum of living breeze—and in the midst God’s beautiful eternal right
hand,
Thee, holiest minister of Heaven—thee, envoy, usherer, guide at last of all,
Rich, florid, loosener of the stricture-knot call’d life,
Sweet, peaceful, welcome Death.

— Walt Whitman

But alas, the stark truth still confronts me.  The event has happened, the deed has been done.  There is nothing I can do now except wait for the sweet release of death. Because…
 

Syracuse fires Robinson


Why go on?

Program in Meltdown: Syracuse

Yeah, that about sums it up. Douche.

Note: This is part two of a four part series. Part one (Louisville) can be found here. Parts three (Pitt) and four (Rutgers) will run tomorrow.

Let’s be honest here, this program isn’t in meltdown. It’s long, long gone. The next head coach has a total rebuilding job on his hands.

Unfortunately for that poor soul, once-and-former coach Greg Robinson has salted the earth and buried a ton of land mines. Let’s just say it’s going to be a tough job.

But how in the world did we get here?

Two words: Greg Robinson. (Though, more words follow.)

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It’s Official: WVU Football 1-0 In 2008

More than 9 months before any game will be played in 2008, WVU has been guaranteed at least one victory for next season. How, you ask, can a team win a game it hasn’t even played? Good question. Here’s your answer: Syracuse retains Greg Robinson as head coach.

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Greg Robinson Might Be An Asshole


Apparently, Greg Robinson hates Greg Schiano, Rutgers, and the State of New Jersey, not to mention kittens, the American Cancer Society, and airbags. Unfortunately for us, he only voiced his distaste for Rutgers in a recent interview:

Quietly, the Orange formed some hard feelings and as their program has struggled while Rutgers has risen, it’s been said that the direction of one is tied to the other, almost as if Syracuse isn’t recruiting New Jersey as well now and Rutgers is taking that area over.

During Saturday’s ESPN Regional telecast, it was reported Syracuse Coach Greg Robinson called Rutgers a “one-year wonder” during a meeting with ESPN’s crew the day before the game.

“Paul Pasqualoni was here 14 years,” Robinson was quoted as saying. “We got five (recruits) in one year. That would be 70 if we were here that long. We’re going to recruit their tails off. They’re (Rutgers) a one-year wonder. Do I like them? No. The recruiting thing — you wait and see.”

Greg Robinson talking about recruiting domination is like the French talking about military superiority: they both sound retarded. And one year wonder? Rutgers just beat Syracuse — in the Dome — by 24 points in the year AFTER their supposed 15 minutes of fame. Something tells me Greg Robinson might not be the smartest guy in the world. Oh yeah, it’s the 6 wins in 2.5 years that told me.

On behalf of all of us, “shut the fuck up!”

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