I'm a glass-half-full guy and trained myself as a young man to look for the pony in the pile of manure.
@Retro62 and I had a fantastic four-day road trip from DC to the Great Midwest. 1,500 miles round trip. Gorgeous, warm weather (a bit hot for me but no complaints.) Beautiful country, from the Appalachian Mts in Western MD, WVa and PA, through the rich flatlands from Ohio to Champaign (literally, IIRC: "the plain.") Wonderful coffee and pastry at a café in German Village in Columbus. The Hoosier Gym in Knightstown, IN where the game footage in the film was shot. our second visit in two years. Friendly people proud of their landmark; interesting conversation about the place, chills down my spine to be able to chuck up a few Js in that gym. Dinner at The Beef House. Drving into the sunset to Champaign. Walking through campus to Murphy's for a beer (my first time there since the Saturday night Michigan game weekend in Sept 2000.) Breakfast at Merry Ann's that stuck with us well into the afternoon (thanks,
@illinoisfootball for the rec). Wandering through campus, alive with students and activity. The union; Lincoln Hall theatre; Krannert; the Mechanical Engr Building and M.E. Lab (where I visited my old office and chatted with its current inhabitants about my work there in the Stone Age of computing); the main library in all its incredible wood-paneled glory; the Armory; Smith Memorial Hall where we sat in silence in the auditorium admiring its mahogany and Beaux Arts majesty (and were treated to a mini recital by a student); and the chef's kiss... at the end of the afternoon getting into Scott Hall where I was an R.A. my JR/SR years and where
@Retro62 lived, too. Seeing the old hallways and my old door. Walking those stairwells that I knew so well. Recalling the guys on my floor. I still have the pewter mug a group of them gave me for graduation. Hadn't been in there in 25 years and may never be in there again (the four of the remaining six pack will bite the dust at some point.) So many lifelong memories born in that building.
Then BBQ @ Black Dog in Urbana and back out on 74 to Indy overnight as the sun set behind us. Then a fabulous breakfast in south Indy and six hours at The Upstairs Pub in Bloomington watching four ball games simultaneously, drinking beer, and chatting with the students, all of whom were unfailingly kind and good natured, before heading to the stadium for the game. Raucous atmosphere in Memorial Stadium, packed, in a frenzy for their team, just incredible energy that gave me chills.
And then the entire reason for our trip, the apex: the game.
I noticed that in giant block letters inside the tunnel through which the IU players enter the field is emblazoned "
DO YOUR JOB"
Gentlemen, I know you're 18-22 yrs old. But your job is to play football not only competently, but with heart, tenacity and, above all, self-respect. Get yourselves together asap this week and read
Joan Didion while you're at it. Well, maybe tonight, before anything else. And then please go out on Saturday morning and kick USC's a$$.
Because I am well pi$$ed off tonight having returned home 86 hours after I departed and having enjoyed ~ 84-1/2 of those hours completely and deliriously, with some happy memories that I'll take to my grave. I paid handsomely for my seat to see you perform, only to sit through that complete horror of an unraveling. Maybe I'd feel more charitable if the basketball team hadn't subjected me to a similar experience in MSG last February. I have now, within seven months, paid extremely well to sit through the worst defeat in 120 years of Illini basketball in NYC and, in Bloomington last night, among a handful of the worst, and perhaps
the most disappointing, in 135 years of football.
The last time I left an Illini game early it was 1986 v. Nebraska. NU scored on a pick-six on the initial play of the game. It was 28-0 after 1Q, 38-7 at half, 52-7 after 3Q, and 59-14 at the end. Last night was, of course, different, because expectations were so (and too) high.
In Sept '86 I simply walked down from the east balcony and across Peabody Drive. This weekend consumed somewhat more effort.
The only positive thing that occurred to us after around 8:20 ET last night was that we buggered off after the hot-knife-through-butter initial IU drive of the second half made it 42-10, and got to the car just as it began to rain heavily. So there's that. In addition, it rained hard enough to wash the sheet of encrusted dead insects off the windshield on the way back to Indy. Didn't need to use the squeegee when I gassed up at 8 a.m. So there's that, too.
I must have said to my bro at least a half-dozen times between last night and this evening: "Man, I'm really glad we decided to leave a day early and spend a day in Champaign."
To all of you who have endured season after season of misery in the stands, I know I sound like a spoiled child. I'm sorry. I don't intend to. All of you have depth and character of fandom via your consistent support over years if not decades that, frankly, I lack. I just felt taken last night, like a rube in a confidence game. I know lots of other fans did, too. It sucks. While I could keep that to myself, I decided not to, partially 'cause I wanted to share my experience on campus and how much I love our university and cherish the Midwest. And, let's be clear, because I want to vent.
Unfortunately, a pony does not exist in this pile of manure. I'm not even bothering to look. Spread it wide and fertilize something that will grow. Quickly, please. If something precious indeed is at the center of the pile, well, great. Use it.