01-03-2019, 12:05 AM
I did not become an NFL fan until I was 10 years old. That was 1973 and I have seen a little of everything since then. In fact in just my first 16 years of Bengal fandom I experienced 5 head coaches with 3 of them taking us to the playoffs. There were back-to-back division titles and back-to-back 4 win seasons. And, of course, there were 2 Super Bowls.
Now when I see groups of Bengal fans in their twenties it is strange to think that many of them only know one Bengal head coach. I can imagine that some of you are feeling a bit dazed and confused. Lost. Helpless. Adrift in uncharted waters with a flaccid rudder. You're through the looking glass. Right is left and left is right, but why is up still up? No one knows. What is a team with no head coach? Does it thrash about madly like a decollated chicken spewing blood and madness from its neckstump? Or does it repose gently with the mew of the lobotomized? Do we need lightening bolts over the stone towers of Brown Mansion to re-animate it once the new head is attached?
And who is this new head coach? Marvin is like a bitchy girlfriend who drives you crazy. You may hate her, but she was still giving it up more often than some of your buddies girls. Sometimes a comfortable hate seems more appealing than the risk of change. We could end up with something worse. Or what if we got lucky and hooked a good one. He'd drop us in a second soon as any other team came calling. Then there we would be with the fresh shame dripping down our faces while he leaves us not only unsatisifed but forever tormented by the taste of what could have been. Again, it is better to live with hate than to be used and tossed aside like a prison salad.
Nothing but questions and fear of the unknown.
Well all I can say is "Stay strong, youngbloods. Change is natural."
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.
Now when I see groups of Bengal fans in their twenties it is strange to think that many of them only know one Bengal head coach. I can imagine that some of you are feeling a bit dazed and confused. Lost. Helpless. Adrift in uncharted waters with a flaccid rudder. You're through the looking glass. Right is left and left is right, but why is up still up? No one knows. What is a team with no head coach? Does it thrash about madly like a decollated chicken spewing blood and madness from its neckstump? Or does it repose gently with the mew of the lobotomized? Do we need lightening bolts over the stone towers of Brown Mansion to re-animate it once the new head is attached?
And who is this new head coach? Marvin is like a bitchy girlfriend who drives you crazy. You may hate her, but she was still giving it up more often than some of your buddies girls. Sometimes a comfortable hate seems more appealing than the risk of change. We could end up with something worse. Or what if we got lucky and hooked a good one. He'd drop us in a second soon as any other team came calling. Then there we would be with the fresh shame dripping down our faces while he leaves us not only unsatisifed but forever tormented by the taste of what could have been. Again, it is better to live with hate than to be used and tossed aside like a prison salad.
Nothing but questions and fear of the unknown.
Well all I can say is "Stay strong, youngbloods. Change is natural."
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.
