It’d be easy to say that being a Syracuse Orange football fan is Sisyphean, a futile task that forever resets, damning you to a lifetime of unrewarded labor. I’ve probably even written as such at some point. But I’ve come to realize that there’s a very good reason that’s not an apt analogy.
Even Sisyphus got to the top of the hill every once in a while before starting over.
Being a Syracuse fan doesn’t even give us that. We get the satisfaction of enjoying a random 8- or 10-win season that ends with a decent bowl game every so often.