I won't argue it anymore after this. Don't see the point...Sooner or later, there will be change--until then, the rest is meaningless. I've tried to make clear the stakes, and the consequences of waiting.
For those who cling to some measured, logical rationale and "way of doing things", here is the basic underlying reality:
Our football program, in its present form, is sick and dying. Waiting is slow death, suicide; the last grains of sand are tumbling to the bottom of the hourglass. Continued "step-by-step", we all wait through meaningless game days , layer upon layer and week after week of more and more bad news...then HOPE for this "process" to wend its way through, eventually "Mr. Right" coming to rebuild, and all the time and work that will be required by then. And don't forget: The longer this goes on, the more "right" he will have to be, the further we'll have fallen, the further behind the rest and the more embedded in failure we'll have become.
So now I wait too. Wait for our resurrection--over a body that isn't even dead yet. One that I am personally powerless to save, while those around me, with whom all of us in unison might together at least be heard and have some effect, dither and discuss the correct way to proceed, and when we should actually DO something about it. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is?
I'm sorry: I know some of you do. But I've become the messenger too many would rather kill, or at least argue with, even condemn, rather than focus on those who are responsible--responsible for where we are, how we got here, and at least for now, responsible for any moves we might make toward fixing things.
There ARE obvious "first steps", and as far as I'm concerned, until those are taken we are doing as much for our program and this team as family members standing around weeping and wringing their hands while those pre-scientific "physicians" bled the sick man to death.
Only we should know better. We don't have the excuse of ignorance. Or of powerlessness--not en masse. As our University has the resources few others can match, so too do its legions of followers. It isn't just "big boosters" and "powerful men" that underly that power. The very source of it all is embodied in our sheer numbers, year after year , thousands of grads, moving on, out THERE--but in our hearts, many (if not most) still "here". Gators-for-life. That's where my hope lies. Even if it TAKES seemingly WAY too long to rouse itself, mobilize, get PISSED and raise its voice(s). No matter how long it takes, it's what I'm counting on, the ONLY thing I fear I CAN count on now.
But I'm stealing myself for a long wait. Programs and their supporters can get used to losing, become numb, go into a kind of don't-think-about-it/resignation-mode that has an inertia all its own. That's the biggest danger of all. It'll take plenty long getting back once our "patient" dies, as I outline above, even with the memory of success still real and alive in those on the scene...That fades, and it could be a VERY long time before we are "back". That numbness, a kind of self-protective apathy, is the only thing I can see hanging in for, fighting against, unless and until we are actually ON that "New Road". Then I can return to my customary smirking cynicism, I suppose. Like "integrity" in time of starvation, "a luxury we can't currently afford".
Meanwhile, guess I'm waiting for the Resurrection.
For those who cling to some measured, logical rationale and "way of doing things", here is the basic underlying reality:
Our football program, in its present form, is sick and dying. Waiting is slow death, suicide; the last grains of sand are tumbling to the bottom of the hourglass. Continued "step-by-step", we all wait through meaningless game days , layer upon layer and week after week of more and more bad news...then HOPE for this "process" to wend its way through, eventually "Mr. Right" coming to rebuild, and all the time and work that will be required by then. And don't forget: The longer this goes on, the more "right" he will have to be, the further we'll have fallen, the further behind the rest and the more embedded in failure we'll have become.
So now I wait too. Wait for our resurrection--over a body that isn't even dead yet. One that I am personally powerless to save, while those around me, with whom all of us in unison might together at least be heard and have some effect, dither and discuss the correct way to proceed, and when we should actually DO something about it. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is?
I'm sorry: I know some of you do. But I've become the messenger too many would rather kill, or at least argue with, even condemn, rather than focus on those who are responsible--responsible for where we are, how we got here, and at least for now, responsible for any moves we might make toward fixing things.
There ARE obvious "first steps", and as far as I'm concerned, until those are taken we are doing as much for our program and this team as family members standing around weeping and wringing their hands while those pre-scientific "physicians" bled the sick man to death.
Only we should know better. We don't have the excuse of ignorance. Or of powerlessness--not en masse. As our University has the resources few others can match, so too do its legions of followers. It isn't just "big boosters" and "powerful men" that underly that power. The very source of it all is embodied in our sheer numbers, year after year , thousands of grads, moving on, out THERE--but in our hearts, many (if not most) still "here". Gators-for-life. That's where my hope lies. Even if it TAKES seemingly WAY too long to rouse itself, mobilize, get PISSED and raise its voice(s). No matter how long it takes, it's what I'm counting on, the ONLY thing I fear I CAN count on now.
But I'm stealing myself for a long wait. Programs and their supporters can get used to losing, become numb, go into a kind of don't-think-about-it/resignation-mode that has an inertia all its own. That's the biggest danger of all. It'll take plenty long getting back once our "patient" dies, as I outline above, even with the memory of success still real and alive in those on the scene...That fades, and it could be a VERY long time before we are "back". That numbness, a kind of self-protective apathy, is the only thing I can see hanging in for, fighting against, unless and until we are actually ON that "New Road". Then I can return to my customary smirking cynicism, I suppose. Like "integrity" in time of starvation, "a luxury we can't currently afford".
Meanwhile, guess I'm waiting for the Resurrection.