For whatever it's worth, since 2000 we have played 87 November football games. Of those 87, only 26 featured a .500 or better Syracuse vs. a .500 or better opponent. Friday will be #27. It only happens 30% of the time we play in November.Your effort will not be wasted. We are winning Friday night
For whatever it's worth, since 2000 we have played 87 November football games. Of those 87, only 26 featured a .500 or better Syracuse vs. a .500 or better opponent. Friday will be #27. It only happens 30% of the time we play in November.
Honestly I thought that percentage would be lower. I'm guessing we solely are responsible for a 500 or better record maybe 35% of that time for November games i'd guess.For whatever it's worth, since 2000 we have played 87 November football games. Of those 87, only 26 featured a .500 or better Syracuse vs. a .500 or better opponent. Friday will be #27. It only happens 30% of the time we play in November.
I feel your painAfter every defeat I go through this range of emotions: anger, resentment, denial, apathetic, complacence, renewel, hope. By the next game, I am hopeful again. I don't know if I'm stupid or a glutton for punishment but I cannot bring myself to thrown in the towel.
Here ya go gang, OH SO appropriate, the Cuse/Dome factory of sadness:After every defeat I go through this range of emotions: anger, resentment, denial, apathetic, complacence, renewel, hope. By the next game, I am hopeful again. I don't know if I'm stupid or a glutton for punishment but I cannot bring myself to thrown in the towel.
Yupper, been there and done that.By half time Thursday night, I was convinced I wasn't going to watch another down, the rest of the season. A feeling all to familiar over the past two decades.
2020 was the most recent time where I felt like this but the circumstances of the world made watching a little more tolerable.
The end of the Shafer era felt similar. During the Louisville game in 2015, I was so furious about that game/season, that I went out and cleared my gutters. To your surprise, this chore brought me no distraction. I watched the final few games to the bittersweet end of the Shafer era.
Watching this team start 4-0, you could see the cracks in the dam. Poor decision making by Shrader, poor OL play, flat defensive drives against inferior opponents, the insane amount of penalties. I talked myself out of the ugliness. The team is rusty, injuries, I'm just being a negative Syracuse fan, etc. Bottom line is the signs were there and I didn't want to believe them.
Here I am, Monday morning, my stance is softening and the desire to watch (and hurt again) are creeping back in.
Sociopath, nah.I’m looking forward to Friday’s game. If that makes me a sociopath, so be it.
I’m looking forward to Friday’s game. If that makes me a sociopath, so be it.
By half time Thursday night, I was convinced I wasn't going to watch another down, the rest of the season. A feeling all to familiar over the past two decades.
2020 was the most recent time where I felt like this but the circumstances of the world made watching a little more tolerable.
The end of the Shafer era felt similar. During the Louisville game in 2015, I was so furious about that game/season, that I went out and cleared my gutters. To your surprise, this chore brought me no distraction. I watched the final few games to the bittersweet end of the Shafer era.
Watching this team start 4-0, you could see the cracks in the dam. Poor decision making by Shrader, poor OL play, flat defensive drives against inferior opponents, the insane amount of penalties. I talked myself out of the ugliness. The team is rusty, injuries, I'm just being a negative Syracuse fan, etc. Bottom line is the signs were there and I didn't want to believe them.
Here I am, Monday morning, my stance is softening and the desire to watch (and hurt again) are creeping back in.
Try the five stages of grief- you will end up in a better place!After every defeat I go through this range of emotions: anger, resentment, denial, apathetic, complacence, renewel, hope. By the next game, I am hopeful again. I don't know if I'm stupid or a glutton for punishment but I cannot bring myself to thrown in the towel.
I always want to see us win. But irrespective of how the season turns out I want Dino gone.After every defeat I go through this range of emotions: anger, resentment, denial, apathetic, complacence, renewel, hope. By the next game, I am hopeful again. I don't know if I'm stupid or a glutton for punishment but I cannot bring myself to thrown in the towel.