Paul Petrino is Charlie Brown, and the Sun Belt is Lucy pulling away the football at the last second.
Sisyphean.
Is there really a better word to describe Paul Petrino's tenure at Idaho, or Idaho Vandals football in general this decade? That's not to say that Idaho is somehow being punished by the Greek gods for a misplaced sense of self-aggrandizement, but they (along with NMSU) seemingly have some of the worst luck in all of FBS. So much so to the point that trying to build a lasting legacy of success at Moscow just seems endlessly frustrating and pointless.