Posted by Dr Fro 9:54 PM
To be honest, how I feel rarely has any bearing on how I act. I have taken some brutal beatings at the poker table and acted as if I didn't care. Of course I cared. It's just my thing - you can call it pride, you can call it a poker face, or you can call it being a good sport. Either way, the result is the same. I rarely piss and moan.
If you know me well, you know it is pride. I bury any outward expression of failure because, well, hell if any one will get to see that from me.
I took a bad beat 1.5 weeks ago. Texas lost to Kansas State. It was a tough pill to swallow. So, I didn't swallow it. I kept it in.
Then I had a moment the following Sunday that I can only liken to the episode of Good Times when the dad dies. The mom acts all cool for a couple days, and everyone worries about her. She is alone in the kitchen when she throws down and shatters the salad bowl and screams, "Damn, Damn, Damn" (this was pretty naughty in 70's television). It occurred to the other characters that the reality of his death set in with her.
The reality of UT's 2007 season set in with me that Sunday. While I still think the critics who think we are absolutely terrible are, well, wrong, I realized that day that we would be hard pressed to achieve any of our goals (NC, Big XII Champ, BCS Bowl). Damn, Damn, Damn.
That said, I am still glad that I had the presence of mind to bet a large sum of money on the OU game!
But that doesn't solve the funk I have been in since I shattered the salad bowl. Nor did the loss to OU.