For a brief moment last Saturday, I had hope. Remember what I said about the plight of the Vanderbilt fan? It hit me again. It is an unending rollercoaster where despite all common sense and logic, you start to tell yourself “maybe it can happen”. Only to have your hopes smashed. I’m sure I’ve used the metaphor before, but I’d wonder if it’s something like a clam feels in its final moments. Snapped up by a hungry Gull, lifted high, and for a brief moment maybe thinking you’ll hit the water instead of the jagged rocks to be feasted upon like so many before you.
Saturday Tailgate: Florida
