It's like this Mildy: imagine you make 50th anniversary reservations with your precious old lady at the finest of fine seafood restaurants in the most picturesque location. $1000 pp prix fixe. You both have looked forward to this special occasion for years, spending a big chunk of your Medicare check on this grand plan. You get the idea.
But then your highly anticipated and insanely expensive meal arrives: soggy fish sticks with the chef's hair on it, potato chips from an opened bag and a no-brand catsup packet on a re-used paper plate that just came out of the dishwasher.
How would you feel ? Not merely disappointed I bet. Your first words to your dear wife wouldn't be, "who cares, let's just go to Tim Hortons". You wouldn't make excuses for the restaurant. You wouldn't say, "well, a dollar doesn't go as far as it used to." You'd feel intensely aggravated. You would feel cheated.
He's nothing more than soggy fish sticks on a re-used paper plate. He's what no one takes from the "free stuff" pile on someone's curb that the town dump won't take either. No one else would hire him; no other fan base would allow it. Yet Rutgers took him.
That's how Shelby feels about this HC. Cheated and angry. Negative two point zero is completely unequipped to win consistently in this conference. Shelby expects much better from the football program.
Negative Two Point Zero had a few good years two decades ago only after the top teams left for the ACC. That mass defection isn't happening in this conference to falsely boost his accomplishments this time.
We're all wasting 10 years of our lives at least with no hope for consistent winning or bowls in warm places as RU fans with this HC.
That's how it is. Does that answer your question ?
Well... no, it doesn't.
First of all, I'm not nearly old enough to have a 50th anniversary with anyone. And I hate seafood. I mean, if a cow, which I love eating, dips it's hoof into a stream, it's instantly removed from my list of possible foods.
But no worries, I'll just adjust your analogy a bit so it applies more closely to me.
So... Let's instead say that I take a few $10K/night hookers to the finest Italian restaurant at the most picturesque location on the planet to celebrate. That would mean flying to Italy for the night which is gonna set me back at least $80K for a decent plane, and lots more for lodging and other stuff. And of course, I've spent another $2K on pure uncut Bolivian blow for the ladies, who enjoy that sort of thing.
But as things go sometimes, the plane has maintenance delays, causing us to miss our reservation. Good thing I know the owner, so we get in anyway. But then a fire starts in the kitchen, and we wind up having to evacuate the restaurant just as we start digging into the main course of what is turning out to be the finest meal any of us has ever had in our lives (although I'll allow for the possibility that it could just be the blow talking).
At this point, it's too late to go anywhere else, so we're stuck eating at a 24 hour McDonalds. But just as I'm about to bite into my first Quarter Pounder w/cheese, one of the hookers faints from hunger and face-dives into her McNuggets, toppling the whole table over, spilling BBQ sauce everywhere including into the bag of blow and all over the $5K dresses I got each of the ladies as part of their tip, ruining them permanently. So now they're in a really rotten mood 'cause of the ruined dresses - and I'm all out of blow. On top of which, I'm starving.
I
could let this really bad luck totally unbalance me, causing me to form a psychotic endless vendetta against the restaurant owner for allowing a fire in the kitchen, against the woman that supplied such easily irritated hookers, and against Learjet for not making planes that maintain themselves. I could spend countless hours per day online, writing negative reviews of all these people who ruined my night, hell-bent on disrupting any positive sentiment from anyone anywhere about any of the businesses or persons involved.
Or... I could get over myself and be an adult about it all. I could locate a local dealer with both blow and MDMA for the ladies. Convince the private airline to give me an extra day w/the plane and pilots for free given their delays. Wake up an Italian grocer friend to have him deliver me what I need to prepare a gourmet meal for myself at the hotel (the ladies having no appetite due to the blow and MDMA). And then, after eating, I could join the ladies, who already got started without me while I ate, for a wonderful day and a half of joyous fun.
See, there's two kinds of people in the world. People who let meaningless stuff like sports totally unbalance them for years on end and feel compelled to spread their silly misery as far and wide as possible. And then there's people who refuse to allow stuff they can't control to ruin their mood, and instead find joy doing little things to try and make everybody around them as happy as they are.
So. Which kind of person are you? 🙂