This weekend I discovered that the normally delectible Young's Double Chocolate Stout doesn't taste as good when your team is getting thier rear ends snatched off and handed to them on a non-recyclable styrofoam plate on national TV. 56 minutes between scores? 5 INTs? That doesn't sound like the Panthers I know. All in all we just failed to get it done. Overall the numbers were on par with Arizona's but we failed to capitalize on TD opportunities and made too many mistakes.
I've been there since the beginning...ah the good ol days...back in 1995. We beat our fellow expansion Jags in our first game ever and the sky was the limit. We finished 7-9 and all was right with the world. The next thing you know, it's '96 and we're 12-4! A few mediocre seasons then BAM!!! 2001's 1-15 record. I shrugged, kicked rocks, inaudibly muttered obscenities and swore off Corn Dogs..in my football superstion that had to be the reason for the season. Update: I gave back in to Corn Dogs 2 days later, the season was over, no need to continue to punish myself. 2003's Super Bowl was a nail biting-till-they-bleed affair. Fun to watch though huh?
Fast forward through to this past saturday and my ground breaking discovery that sense of taste is directly connected to the losery part of my Medulla Footballgata portion of my brain. That was excrutiating to watch. I also discovered who my real friends are..they are the ones who texted me a bunch "LOL"s or "Arizona?"s and the ones who went the more traditional route and called me laughing. I hate them all..and wouldn't trade them for the world. We'll be back and ready to clamp down. Till then....wishing you Carolina dreams and Panther wishes....i'm Robin leee...I mean...Jacky Knuckles.