As I trudge through the dark cold loneliness of mid-winter dispair overtakes the melancoly of Titan boosterdom. Treasuring the fading memories of a Cal Bowl long long long ago. Remembering what pride was, how eager expectation blinded us to all negatives, witnessing the superior product created by hard work and realization of opportunity.
Now confronted with an onslaught of mediocre televised bowl games the salted whip of non-committment to Titan Football bears raw my beaten soul. Bloodied yet not defeated I await the day of vendication as our Titans rise again to resume their sublime journey to supremacy.