And you may ask yourself, "Where is that can't miss five-star recruit?"
And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful trophy"
And you may tell yourself, "This is not my championship-winning coach"
Same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was
The best thing most of y'all can do is just get your flu shot annually. Assuming you're otherwise healthy (a big if on this board), the flu is the most likely reason that one of y'all will end up in the ICU (or worse) with severe pneumonia. Luckily, that doesn't happen all that often. We're a long way from 1900 when the average life expectancy was 47 years.
In this case, this very unfortunate man had a fairly rare illness that thankfully shouldn't affect any of us. Just a brutal reminder that The Fates can cut any of our threads at any time without warning.
I’d bought a big screen TV (huge rear-projection one back then) and had it delivered the day before. This was it’s maiden game. Almost threw a bottle at it after the third blocked punt. Wife wasn’t pleased (don’t make TV destruction money on active duty).
Don't forget that CS's defenders (cdt and Sweet Jones, I assume, don't feel like searching) kept telling everyone it was just a one-score loss. The Cal guy dropped the ball untouched just as he was crossing the goal line on a long run in the last minute or so. It went into the books as a one-TD loss, but it was much worse than that.
I drank 4 each of Grapefruit and Habenero Sculpin IPAs and went to bed pissed and drunk. Sunday morning wasn't good to me.