Thursday, November 18, 2010

It just feels right...


Dear Doug Marrone,

Can I call you Doug? No? ok.

Do you remember back in April of 1984 when Adrian Adonis and Captain Dick Murdoch beat Tony Atlas and Rocky Johnson for the World Tag Team title belts? How about Pocket simon and the challenge to repeat sound and light patterns without getting too razzed? What about how the GoBots never really challenged the transformers in the world of transforming robot toys? Well, I remember all of those vividly and I cherish these memories dearly.

I also cherish this years football team and the outside possibility of Syracuse having a chance to win a conference title. Slap me silly and call me Susan coach! It's been a "Coons Age" since I've enjoyed watching Syracuse football. The years as a season ticket holder, only to be utterly depressed late Saturday evening after our team routinely got embarrassed. I normally drank out of depression during those days, now I drink out of elation and optimism. At the Dome I eat more Dome Dogs, buy more rounds and scream louder on third downs. I've increased my reps and weight on my squat and bench press. I've recently reconciled differences between an unnamed former classmate, whom I punched in the back of the head during my junior year in high school, I've stopped killing myself over understanding how Glenn Beck is a hero to some people, and I've recently started supporting local farmers by purchasing more of their products.

I've become a better person.

And, I have you to thank for this. You have no idea how a good football season for Syracuse can have such an impact on the lives of the programs fans.

With you here, the terrorists will never win.

Kindest Regards,
Poncho

3 comments:

Russianator said...

Standing ovation from the Russianator. I agree.

And God Damn, Doug Marrone can really pull of the 'stache. Dare I say it....he's Selleck-like with that thing.

Poncho Sinatra said...

He's a suitor for the furry lip. I would love to see him grow one for our Bowl Game.

JM said...

Wait a minute... terrorists go to Rutgers?