ClockworkOrange
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And gullible me keeps landing flat on my back.
Thank goodness for the basketball team. But every time the network played one of those SEC football promos during the game last night, it felt like watching something from a former life -- especially because the clip ends with Peyton celebrating while John Ward narrates. Are those kinds of dreams truly gone?
I've come to loathe the term "fair weather fan." I've been a UT fanatic since the days of Bobby Scott and Condrege, Hacksaw and Kiner. Bobby Majors. Jackie Walker, etc. "Fair weather" implies that you only root for your team when times are good. Hey, if I made it through the 70s intact when Bear was putting us through a meat grinder every year with his 3 yards and a cloud of dust wishbone, 4 or 5 interchangeable tailbacks lining up to get in the game, I can survive just about anything as a fan.
But fair weather also implies something else -- that "bad times" are a kind of "foul weather" every team goes through. Which is true, of course. Unless you carry the analogy too far -- because then it implies that one has no control at all over the bad times. You just have to shut up and suffer through them. Hey, it's foul weather, right? Nobody can control the weather! But some "foul weather" is self-inflicted, and believing there is nothing you can do about self-inflicted problems is a very limiting belief with respect to running an organization (or life in general). Standing pat and simply hoping against hope that things will somehow get better without substantial change is self-defeating.
But see, Lucy, it turns out, is ME. I'm the one who keeps setting myself up this way.
Since there is obviously nothing I can do except "root" and hope we somehow get off of this embarrassing, low-energy, apathetic merry-go-round. (Though I find "hope" to be one of the weakest verbs in the language).
Thank goodness for the basketball team. But every time the network played one of those SEC football promos during the game last night, it felt like watching something from a former life -- especially because the clip ends with Peyton celebrating while John Ward narrates. Are those kinds of dreams truly gone?
I've come to loathe the term "fair weather fan." I've been a UT fanatic since the days of Bobby Scott and Condrege, Hacksaw and Kiner. Bobby Majors. Jackie Walker, etc. "Fair weather" implies that you only root for your team when times are good. Hey, if I made it through the 70s intact when Bear was putting us through a meat grinder every year with his 3 yards and a cloud of dust wishbone, 4 or 5 interchangeable tailbacks lining up to get in the game, I can survive just about anything as a fan.
But fair weather also implies something else -- that "bad times" are a kind of "foul weather" every team goes through. Which is true, of course. Unless you carry the analogy too far -- because then it implies that one has no control at all over the bad times. You just have to shut up and suffer through them. Hey, it's foul weather, right? Nobody can control the weather! But some "foul weather" is self-inflicted, and believing there is nothing you can do about self-inflicted problems is a very limiting belief with respect to running an organization (or life in general). Standing pat and simply hoping against hope that things will somehow get better without substantial change is self-defeating.
But see, Lucy, it turns out, is ME. I'm the one who keeps setting myself up this way.
Since there is obviously nothing I can do except "root" and hope we somehow get off of this embarrassing, low-energy, apathetic merry-go-round. (Though I find "hope" to be one of the weakest verbs in the language).
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