Until Next Year

He never dies, baby. He never dies. And nobody could ever figure out why, but I just discovered the reason a few hours ago after we got sent packing by the damn Sooners.

He loves to fly back to his nest, relax through the Spring, and then take all summer to figure out how best to get our hopes up in January and February and then how to smash them on the jagged rocks at the bottom of the Schuylkill in March.

But I guess we're guilty too because we keep coming back for more.

November '09 it starts all over again.

Let's go Saint Joe's *clap clap clap clap clap*