There are times in life when you just know things. You know it in your bones. You can feel it. You can’t quantify it, but it’s there. The intuition just seeps out of your pores.
There are also times in life when you don’t know squat. Sometimes you know that you’re clueless, but just as many times, you don’t have a damn inkling. Sometimes that last one feels like the first very first thing, the one about knowing stuff. It can be really confusing, but it’s important to know the difference.
Why? Because you can become a bitter, pain-in-the-ass fan who’s more concerned with being right than seeing the success of your own team. You might think, “Hey, this coaching hire sucked. I should complain loudly on social media for everyone to see, perhaps submarining a coach’s chances to gain real momentum with recruits, donors and former players. That’ll show that smug redheaded athletic director and the coach who had the misfortune of being hired by him. Sure, we might suck for the next three years, but at least I’ll be right.” But is it really worth it?
You might get where I’m going with this. And you might also think, “Good God, this Pat guy is a worthless pile of trash and I’d love to shove my genitals in his face because my annoying bickering isn’t the reason Mike Riley will probably finish 4-8 this season.” And you might be right. But you’re still a self-congratulatory dick.
Maybe that’s a bit harsh. I don’t know you. Perhaps I’ve judged you a bit prematurely. Maybe you and I will have a chance to get to know each other, possibly over the course of a year or three. And maybe I’ll be the asshole who says, “Well, I don’t think I’ll like this guy.” But you can bet your ass I’ll give you a chance. And if I’m still proven right that you’re a prideful blowhard who no one wants to hang out with, you can be certain I won’t be bragging about being right. Because I get no satisfaction over knowing another rude shitstain exists in an already tainted world. Just as you should get no joy in knowing that Nebraska has been set back even further.
So get off your goddamn high horse for being right about Mike Riley and root for the goddamn Huskers these last two games. And then root like hell for whomever the next head coach may be.
Oh, and while you’re at it, could you please listen to the podcast embedded on this page? Thanks, buddy!
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