Kinnick Stadium was the church and the field the open casket where 22 was put to rest while we all looked on with disbelief. Nobody said anything. What could you say really? Finally after about 10 minutes my buddy shouted out "WHY US", to the heavens. That seemed to break the ice a little bit as people started sharing their favorite memories of 22. How good 22 had been to them. How much fun they had around 22. How happy they were that 22 was around as long as he was. How they were better people for 22 having touched their lives in so many memorable and beautiful ways. R.I.P. 22.
The streak had to end sooner or later, I was just hoping it was later.. as in NEVER. As the Hawkeye funeral procession rolled down Melrose, I just couldn't seem to shake this ‘loss'. I was bitter as a 25-cent happy hour beer. I felt like the referees were playing the undertaker role. I felt like the time of death was official anytime the referees wanted to make it official. Is there anything worse than a slow death? Are the refs watching the same darn game I am? Is this an episode of "Punked" on MTV where Ashton Kutcher is going to magically appear behind some tree telling us it's all a joke? Does Ed Hightower have extended family that referees college football games? Was the game really that poorly officiated or am I just drinking that Black n' Gold kool aid again? Maybe it's time to switch to sugarless or I'm going to have to start popping anti depressants like they're jelly beans!
There has to be a 12-step program out there for a guy who takes Hawkeye athletics too seriously. I need an intervention from my HN.com friends. Hi, my name is Wolfgang and I'm a HAWKAHOLIC. Just as alcoholics get stupid drunk off of liquor, I get stupid drunk off the Hawkeyes. Just as alcoholics lose all their sensibility when drinking, I lose all sensibility when watching my beloved Hawkeyes. Just as alcoholics can't get up the next morning because of a hangover from the liquor, I can't get up the next morning because of the disappointment from a tough loss.
I guess the first step is to admit it as they say. The second step is to BELIEVE that a power greater than ourselves could restore us.- I refuse to look at a referee as a power greater than myself and I don't think they're going to restore anything no matter what the Big Ten conference says. The third step is to make a DECISION to turn away from your addiction.-The entire season!? Who am I kidding I can't do this, I'm hopeless!
Nobody died for crying out loud! Why can't I shake this loss? WE lost the game last week not the refs, although they certainly didn't help any. Why was it so hard to get up Sunday morning? Why have I avoided radio, television, and newspapers for the last several days? Why do I only curse during Hawkeye sporting events? Have any of you ever been cussing up a storm and caught yourself doing it to the point where you're embarrassed of yourself? I was making up cuss words on Saturday. At one point I called one ref a JACKWAD. I have no idea what a jackwad is and I don't think it's in any dictionary or thesaurus on the planet earth.
So where does the Iowa football team go from here? Who am I kidding; where do I go from here. The expectations were high this year; as high as Snoop Dogg on a Saturday night…or Sunday night…or Monday night…or Tuesday night for that matter. I think we all have seen improvement from this Hawkeye team during the Big Ten season. Our defense only surrendered 317 yards and 17 points in regulation against Michigan. Albert Young had a fine game and is going to be a very special player for the Hawkeyes during his career. Young is the reincarnation of Ronnie Harmon minus the greasy sports agent. Put on your Blue Blockers now because the future is very bright for this team, not only this year, but for years to come.
I still believe that a 6-2 Big Ten-conference record is going to win the conference. With as competitive as the Big Ten Conference is this year I think there could be a three or four way tie for first place at the end of the season. Our chance of sharing a Big Ten-conference crown is not dead; but it's on life support, with Dr. Jack Kevorkian standing close by with an itchy trigger finger.