dpodoll68
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So it has come to this, yet again, already...
Let me preface this by saying that I will always be a Gopher fan, that I will always love the University of Minnesota, and that my family and I will always be season-ticket holders, be at every game that we can, and watch/listen to every game that we can.
This season and everything leading up to it has been monumental for me personally in many ways. I've been telling anyone who would listen that the Gophers have a real coaching staff for the first time in my life as a fan, one which shows that the University is finally ready to take a seat at the big-boy table of college football, and a head coach that would finish out the last 15 years of his career here, leaving a program that would be desireable to any in-demand coach in the country. I convinced two of my closest friends, both fellow alums and huge football fans who have been lukewarm on the Gophers, to join our season-ticket group on the premise that things would be better from now on, and that they would have seats to the Renaissance of Gopher football.
Under Mason, I was convinced that we had a coach who was a great developer of talent, a decent-to-good gameday coach, and one who had absolutely zero care to sell the program to anyone, whether internal or external. We would win the games we were supposed to win, win some we weren't supposed to because of an all-time great running game, and generally get outhorsed in almost every meaningful game because of an utter unwillingness to recruit the type of players needed to win those types of contests.
Under Brewster, I became convinced that we had a legendary salesman, one who would sell the program to anyone and everyone willing to listen, but one who couldn't out-develop or out-scheme anyone. I initially hoped that he could recruit so well that we would overwhelm opposing teams with superior talent despite enormous coaching gaps, but came to the realization over a period of years that this was a foolhardy endeavor, because all successful BCS teams have staffs who can coach, develop, and recruit. We were destined to lose many games we had no business losing because we would be out-coached in nearly every contest.
Now, with coach Kill, I had convinced myself over the past 9 months that we finally had the total package after 40 years of wandering in the desert. We would have a "decided schematic advantage" (copyright Charlie Weis) in many games, would certainly win pretty much every single game we were supposed to, and would win some that Sid's "geniuses" said we had no chance to. We wouldn't have to compromise anymore.
Now, only two short games into Kill's tenure, my head is back to making the same old excuses again. My head had convinced my heart that the days of losing to the likes of Pacific, Toledo, NDSU, and USD were over. In a game where we had an enormous personnel advantage at virtually every position, and where I am still convinced that we had a vastly superior coaching staff, how do we lose yet again? How do we so readily snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, yet again play the role of Sisyphus so easily and willingly?
Is this team and program destined to forever top out at mediocre? If even a great man and great coach like Jerry Kill can't thoroughly overwhelm a vastly inferior opponent through sheer force of will, can we hold out any hope for a light at the end of the tunnel?
I did not harbor great hopes for this season. I assumed we would go 3-1 in the non-conference, win 2-3 games in the Big Ten, and battle for a bowl bid. I further hoped that we would build toward a realistic scenario wherein we would be competing for Big Ten titles by year 4. Now, the chasm between a home loss to NMSU in year 1 and a road victory over, say, Nebraska in year 4 seems so vast that I don't know if even the impressive intestinal fortitude of Jerry Kill is enough to bridge it.
The obvious tack is to not overreact to any single game for good or bad (or any single season, for that matter) but with each devastating loss it becomes harder and harder to ever envision a payoff for all the skin I have had, and will forever continue to have, in my University. Am I destined to forever be a fan of (at best) a fringe bowl team?
Let me preface this by saying that I will always be a Gopher fan, that I will always love the University of Minnesota, and that my family and I will always be season-ticket holders, be at every game that we can, and watch/listen to every game that we can.
This season and everything leading up to it has been monumental for me personally in many ways. I've been telling anyone who would listen that the Gophers have a real coaching staff for the first time in my life as a fan, one which shows that the University is finally ready to take a seat at the big-boy table of college football, and a head coach that would finish out the last 15 years of his career here, leaving a program that would be desireable to any in-demand coach in the country. I convinced two of my closest friends, both fellow alums and huge football fans who have been lukewarm on the Gophers, to join our season-ticket group on the premise that things would be better from now on, and that they would have seats to the Renaissance of Gopher football.
Under Mason, I was convinced that we had a coach who was a great developer of talent, a decent-to-good gameday coach, and one who had absolutely zero care to sell the program to anyone, whether internal or external. We would win the games we were supposed to win, win some we weren't supposed to because of an all-time great running game, and generally get outhorsed in almost every meaningful game because of an utter unwillingness to recruit the type of players needed to win those types of contests.
Under Brewster, I became convinced that we had a legendary salesman, one who would sell the program to anyone and everyone willing to listen, but one who couldn't out-develop or out-scheme anyone. I initially hoped that he could recruit so well that we would overwhelm opposing teams with superior talent despite enormous coaching gaps, but came to the realization over a period of years that this was a foolhardy endeavor, because all successful BCS teams have staffs who can coach, develop, and recruit. We were destined to lose many games we had no business losing because we would be out-coached in nearly every contest.
Now, with coach Kill, I had convinced myself over the past 9 months that we finally had the total package after 40 years of wandering in the desert. We would have a "decided schematic advantage" (copyright Charlie Weis) in many games, would certainly win pretty much every single game we were supposed to, and would win some that Sid's "geniuses" said we had no chance to. We wouldn't have to compromise anymore.
Now, only two short games into Kill's tenure, my head is back to making the same old excuses again. My head had convinced my heart that the days of losing to the likes of Pacific, Toledo, NDSU, and USD were over. In a game where we had an enormous personnel advantage at virtually every position, and where I am still convinced that we had a vastly superior coaching staff, how do we lose yet again? How do we so readily snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, yet again play the role of Sisyphus so easily and willingly?
Is this team and program destined to forever top out at mediocre? If even a great man and great coach like Jerry Kill can't thoroughly overwhelm a vastly inferior opponent through sheer force of will, can we hold out any hope for a light at the end of the tunnel?
I did not harbor great hopes for this season. I assumed we would go 3-1 in the non-conference, win 2-3 games in the Big Ten, and battle for a bowl bid. I further hoped that we would build toward a realistic scenario wherein we would be competing for Big Ten titles by year 4. Now, the chasm between a home loss to NMSU in year 1 and a road victory over, say, Nebraska in year 4 seems so vast that I don't know if even the impressive intestinal fortitude of Jerry Kill is enough to bridge it.
The obvious tack is to not overreact to any single game for good or bad (or any single season, for that matter) but with each devastating loss it becomes harder and harder to ever envision a payoff for all the skin I have had, and will forever continue to have, in my University. Am I destined to forever be a fan of (at best) a fringe bowl team?