Check this out, from a week and a half ago, just after James Franklin jumped ship at Vandy to head to Penn State.
That piece is short, but it really resonates with me. I encourage you to read it! It's short, I promise!
For fifty years we were prisoners of Coach Art Guepe's "no way you can be Harvard six days a week and Alabama on Saturday" line. Sound familiar, Hoofans?
Nine wins in back to back seasons, back to back wins over an archrival, back to back bowl victories – it may sound pretty damn modest elsewhere, but it’s literally as good as it’s ever been for Vanderbilt. Sound familiar, Hoofans?
This is the chip. No one wishes us well. Nobody else has our best interests at heart. Nobody thinks we deserve anything more than to be their easy automatic W.
I've talked about the "White Meat" plight of Virginia football and basketball. Vanderbilt has exactly the same issues. James Franklin was the right coach at the right time for the 'Dores, but he vanished in a puff of smoke just as quickly as he appeared. I think they rebounded nicely; the Derek Mason hire was a hone run in my [fairly educated] approximation.
If Mason is a home run and Franklin was a grand slam for Vandy, then Mike London has been a slow-rolling dribbler directly back to the pitcher for us.
All we need to do is find the right coach when we step back to the plate. Until then, let's try to find that chip for our shoulder, and let's try to find some kind of fighting spirit. We're good fans, dammit. We're good fans and we deserve better. Virginia has money to spend and all the peripherals to support a winning football program. Some people may laugh at the term "sleeping giant." I don't laugh. Instead, I believe it with every fiber of my being. That's the chip on MY shoulder, and that's why I get so pissy when we underachieve so disastrously.