uconnphil2016
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I woke up on Sunday morning with a bizarre and unfathomable feeling--I thought to myself that I wished I could relive Saturday afternoon. I walked down Silver Lane to the game in an absolute deluge, my shoes and socks were soaked to the core, pants entirely soaked through, braved the rain and cold, and we lost to a decidedly bad football team. Sometimes I just laugh to myself wondering why I continually go back when we typically lose and I typically leave frustrated. On days like this past Saturday, where the weather becomes some kind of divine representation of the state of the program itself, I sit back and laugh. I smile, look around at the few faithful fans left in the crowd, and fully recognize that I'm nuts. There is some great joy in following something that is so consistently disappointing. It's something that I can count on. I can't properly put it into words, but I have a feeling that a lot of fellow Yarders understand what I'm saying.