I expect to hear the same old song and dance from Skippy: These things happen, it's unfortunate, our players competed, we were blessed with the challenge, I need to look at the films. From Cosh, I expect to see him walking the sidelines scratching his head murmuring, "Did anybody get the number of that truck?" From our fans, I expect the aisles to filled with barf. From UConn fans I see them walking out the stadium with big smiles on their face like they just had their first child. From the AD, I expect the norm--nothing. I see myself chastising the wife for laughing at the football team, again. Or maybe I will pinch myself hoping all this has been nothing more but a nightmare-again.
For sure I will once again be dreaming of the olden days when J.R. Reed like a heat seeking missile smashes a receiver, when Kawika plants another runner in the ground, when Ant Henry or Jenkins come out of nowhere for an int., when the coaches fire up the team. Just dreaming for a full stadium again, winning again.