Every week, as I approach the time to talk to you folks, I wish for just two things. I wish for the conclusion of the NCAA investigation,
and for the beginning of my happy dance
with full knowledge that at my age it will likely look more like this:
Two weeks ago we were teased into believing that the word was finally going to come down about whatever mischievous hi-jinx went on in or around 2006-2009 that got Oregon into hot water.
But it was not to be. Shrouded in the myriad labyrinth of policy and procedure known only to the NCAA it was decided that they needed to deal with the Miami Hurricanes…again…before giving Oregon her little swat on the rump.
“So we beat on,” to quote F. Scott Fitzgerald in The Great Gatsby, “boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” We can’t fully commit to the bright future ahead (Hmmm, has there ever been a first-year coach win a National Championship? There I said it! It’s out there!) until we put this thing behind us. Meanwhile fans of other teams nip at us with “What I’m hearing” and “There’s more to it than you know.” Why can’t they just give us our due,
and play one another for other valuable prizes?
I know, that would be wishing too much. But hey, maybe next week it will be happy dance time.
Have a great week.