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My Apocalypse
I knew I might regret blogging this football program and after Saturday’s game vs Akron, my worst fears were realized:
“Oh my, we suck again”.
At least on defense, where the Cuse was shredded like mozzarella on a cheese grater, picked apart like a dead carcas by a vulture, hammered like a drunken frat boy, abused like a red headed step child, exposed like a piece of film, beaten down like Rodney King, run over like herd of bulls in Pamplona, discarded like yesterdays news, spanked like a XXX starlet, crushed like a vat of grapes at a winery, fragile as a new born baby, destroyed like a bunker by a heat seeking missile, bullied like a preteen in the cafeteria, duped like Frazier on a snipe hunt, smashed like pumpkins on Halloween, carved like Thanksgiving turkey, blitzkrieged like France in WWII, mauled like a menacing hungry bear at a campsite, mulitated like scissored paper, violated like the code of conduct and beaten like the Syracuse defense. Oh wait I’ve come full circle!
This season’s new theme song is the blog’s title: My Apocalypse by Metallica. (Great song by the way, best thing I’ve heard from them since And Justice for All). It is truly the end for Coach Robinson. It cannot be a question of if anymore, it’s a question of when. It is the end of the fans, as aluminum will be more prevalent than Orange the rest of the way. To complete my thoughts on SU football 2008, I’ll conclude w/ more Metallica references. The shortest straw has been pulled for you, GRob. Color my world blackened.
