There's Always Next Year

Living in Cleveland, the phrase "there's always next year" seems to just roll off the tongue. Cleveland hasn't had a championship sports team in ---- well ---- my lifetime! Close but no cigar. Second Place. Such is the life of Cleveland sports.

Now for the real part of the story.

20 years ago, I was rooting for the champions. 16 years ago, same thing. Anyone who knows me or my family, knows that we are NY Giants fans. And that Red, White, and Big Blue blood run through my father's veins. Every Sunday he goes into his closet and chooses the NY Giants wear he had on the last time they won. (This week it was a red hoodie and an electric blue long sleeve t-shirt, but he only had it out, he had on a different Giants sweatshirt)...

This afternoon, we sat watching the Big Blue Wrecking Crew fall apart on national TV. The Giants could not get out of their own way. They were down right defeated. Even the commentators noted that the players were sitting "dejected" on the sidelines. They flat out did not show up to play and the Carolina Panthers did.

So Bob is sitting in Tega Cay with his boys in their Panthers garb wondering why Big didn't put on his trusty red sweatshirt today. The one he wore last week as the Giants had no problem rolling over their opponent. The one he wore when Tiki Barber ran circles around the defense. And the guys that were on the sidelines watching their team fall to pieces are now on vacation wondering what would have happened if only that guy in Medina, Ohio would have put on a red hoodie.

Well, to that we say....

There's always next year.