Quote of the Day: (click below, courtesy of Six Pack Speak)
TB can describe in tearjerking comical detail the pain and misery that is the life of the Mississippi State Bulldog fan. A much more difficult task is explaining just why in the hell anyone would choose such a life. If there is one certainty for a Bulldog’s, its that the ‘dogs will screw it up somehow. Even cognizant of this fact of life, if you are a Bulldog fan you believe deep down, way down below the scar tissue of eleven plays inside the ten, past the Tech and ten layer and beyond the memory of the windblown field goal deflection, in your hear of hearts, there will be good days. You see the twenty point line favoring our evil rivals and you think its about right; right up until kickoff or tipoff when suddenly you think “maybe today’s our day.” It happens every time and almost always, it ain’t our day. Worse still, our Dogs, no matter the sport, regularly play above their heads and get a game or a season close enough to success that we can hang our future hopes and continued allegiance on the fact we almost won but for cheatin refs, the hated NCAA investigators or just a few inches here and there during the course of a contest. We’re often close. We know that tomorrow we will be better; next year will be the year.
Ahhhhh, but sometimes, especially in basketball, tomorrow shows up when we least expect it. Today is that tomorrow. MY Bulldogs are basking in a four day glow of success and glory after defeating Georgia, South Carolina, LSU, and finally Tennessee over a long weekend in Tampa. WE are the Southeastern Conference Champions and have the trophy to prove it. No matter that I’ve not been able to gin up enough interest in hoops this year to even update my “Life as a Bulldog” page. No matter that I haven’t been to the Hump in over a decade. It’s US, my Bullies. A fair weathered, bandwagon fan some may call me. To these folks I simply say, there is no such thing as a fair weathered Bulldog fan. If we bleed maroon, we have all suffered enough, we’ve paid our dues many times over, we get to celebrate the “tomorrow’s” whenever they come around.
And a day like today is what keeps us going. We may limp out of the big dance before most people even get a chance to turn on the tube. We’ll hear all about how we didn’t belong and we stole an at large bid from Creighton. But forever more, that SEC trophy stays in Starkville. Florida, Alabama, Tennessee and the other Big Boys’ fans may feel blessed to have grown up pulling for a powerhouse program. Often, I’m jealous of those guys. I’m even sometimes green-eyed toward the Rebels. But those other guys get to celebrate too often and they expect to take regular victory laps. At State, we hope, but never expect. So I say with confidence, no supporters of any other school in America can appreciate success more than we do. And that’s why it’s great to be a Bulldog. Today.