Ah, Gee Dub... This game used to be something I looked forward to; shivering against the wind as I fumbled my way from the parking garage to the strong brews at Tonic, a hasty exit from the bar to the high school gym to see the game, a shameful, sinking feeling as another 20-something point deficit became a sad, final score. I was always more confused than angry. I thought we were supposed to win against these guys, right?
Year after year it was the same. I still looked forward to the break in my daily domesticated routine to slip away and booze with the boys after work, but the game itself presented me with ever-greater dread each year.
I am afraid our recent success will renew our habitual hubris against this opponent. Time will tell. Bottoms up.