We were pretty spoiled the last few months, with the greatest local football season in recent memory. When you factor in the Seahawks winning their division and getting into the second week of the playoffs, combined with the Huskies winning the Pac-12 for the first time in forever and making the College Football Playoffs for the first time PERIOD, it’s been pretty great talking about football the last few months. And, the best part is we all get to look forward to next year, with the potential for both teams to be even BETTER!
But now, today, January 20, 2016, there’s no more football. Alabama got nipped by Clemson (leaving us all to wonder what if, had Clemson been the 4-seed and the Huskies the 3-seed) and the conference championship games this weekend feature the nausea-inducing triad of Aaron Rodgers, Tom Brady, and Ben Roethlisberger. Ultimately, when Atlanta gets beaten, I’ll have yet another Super Bowl with no one to root for, because I fucking hate Green Bay, New England, and Pittsburgh. Boycott the Super Bowl you say? Lady Gaga is the halftime performer anyway, so it’s not like I’ll be missing all that much? I’m not gonna lie to you, it’s on the table.
Even worse, with no professional basketball in Seattle right now (and, for that matter, no professional hockey, but that’s neither here nor there), all I’m left with are the Washington Huskies men’s basketball team, embroiled in what’s looking like Romar’s worst season since he was hired, with the likelihood that he’ll be fired by season’s end, depriving us of what’s looking like a potentially world-beating 2017 recruiting class. That’s a post for another day, but I’m looking at the rest of this regular season and I don’t see more than 2 wins for the Huskies! What a collosal shitshow.
Just because it’s college basketball season, though, I wouldn’t expect an influx of posts on the Huskies. There might be a disgruntled game recap here and there, but everything’s going to feel like beating a dead horse. I’m sure there will be the occasional Seahawks post, as news would warrant, but what this really means for the ol’ blog is turning the page towards the 2017 Mariners season.
I mean, yeah, this MIGHT be the best Mariners team we’ve seen since the Pat Gillick years, but it also might be Year 2 of the pitching staff dragging this team down to mediocrity. Sure, we MIGHT get some bounce-back years from our ace and our bullpen, but I can’t help but wonder where the other shoe is going to drop. Is this the year we’re decimated by injuries? Are we going to continue our terrible luck in 1-run games and in extra innings?
The worst part of any baseball season is that it’s such a God damned slog. Six months’ worth of regular season, another month of Spring Training, another few weeks of training camp before that; then you’ve got another month and a half of yet another post-season we won’t get to experience. It feels like baseball season JUST ENDED; and to those of you who are already longing for its slobbery, awkward embrace, you’re fucking sick! You’re demented and you’re suffering from Stockholm syndrome at the hands of the MLB taking your brains hostage!
In football season, everything zooms by! You know how easy it is to crank out 5 posts a week during football season? Two Seahawks, 1 Huskies, and a couple of miscellaneous depending on how the news goes down in any given week. There’s always SOMETHING to write about. In August, it starts ramping up, and in January it’s over. Bingo, bango, bongo. Then, you’re left with most of a fucking calendar year focusing on baseball. Yuk.
As usual, I’ll try my damnedest, but it’s gonna be pretty bleak around here until at least March. I mean, how many fucking Opening Day roster projections can one man create before he goes insane and starts chopping off arms and legs?
This is what I’m like when the Seahawks’ season ends. It’s like a reverse butterfly situation. The beautiful Seahawks crawl into their cocoon, then they come out as an ugly baseball-playing caterpillar. If you need me, I’ll be counting down the days until NFL Free Agency starts.