Two weeks out. Time to get serious. Time to stand in front of the mirror, look yourself squarely in the eye, and ask yourself to answer honestly the question of whether you have been naughty or nice this past year. For me at least, it appears that this year Santa has graded on a generous curve.
It was this time last week that my beloved Alma mater, hopelessly irrelevant in the world of big-time college football for the past twenty years, moved from Mountain Time to Prime Time. Deion Sanders agreed to a five-year contract to become the Head Coach. Candidly, I do not expect him to remain in Boulder for the length of his contract.
If he resuscitates the Buffs, then better-heeled, more prestigious, and higher-paying coaching opportunities will rain down upon him and he will leave the Buffs for one of them. If he is a disaster, then the CU Athletic Department will play a movie that Buff alums have seen multiple times in the past twenty years, fire him, and pay him copious amounts of money to go away.
If history is any guide, then the Deion Sanders' era in CU football shall visit upon me more than a small amount of agita, anger, and heartbreak. But right now, at this moment, it gives me hope.
Folsom Field - December 3, 2022
A wise man once observed that hope is a good thing. In fact, he said, it may just be the best of things...
...may it never die.
-AK
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