I have been actively following BTP for a while now, but I must admit I've never been an active poster on any of the messages boards, but I do read everything that is written. I'm not much of a writer, but I felt led to tell a group of strangers how I was feeling, so here goes...
Laying in bed tonight I came across this post-game interview. I wanted to post it on here because I haven’t seen it posted anywhere else. I have a little story to tell. I was born in ’88 so for all of my memory State has been on the verge of good to great, only to break our hearts in the end. I’ve only known life as a State fan since I’ve known life itself. I bleed RED and WHITE. I leap with joy when we are successful and I’ve nearly been in tears when we’ve suffered some of the heart-breaking defeats. Losing some of the games that could have put us over the top have literally ruined entire weeks for me. When Mike Glennon beat FSU in Raleigh, I sat cross legged on the floor in front of the television and rocked back and forth until the final whistle blew. I grew up with a father and three uncles that all graduated from State. I grew up with a passion for the color red, and a pure hatred for blue. When my first child was born March 9th 2013, I held him in the hospital room and we watched the State/FSU game. I refused to let his mother put anything blue in his room. For the baby showers, I made it known that anything blue would be returned. My wife thinks I am nuts. She thinks my family is nuts. She thinks we as fans are nuts. You see, she is from Rochester, NY. She grew up a Syracuse "fan" and I use the term loosely. She says when someone devotes entire rooms in their homes to a college team, they are crazy. My parents have two rooms in their house that are strictly red (to include my old bedroom that has a hand-painted 4′ tall strutting wolf mural that my father did). I have one RED room in my house. She doesn’t understand that my mood can solely fluctuate based on the outcome of a game. She doesn’t understand me. But she does love me so it’s okay. Tonight she left and went next door while I watched the game with my now one year old son on my lap (btw he stayed up for the entire game). As my wife and I laid in bed hours after the game, I came across this post-game interview. After watching Coach show such emotion, I began reflecting. I turned to my wife and said, "You may think I am crazy. You may think I am nuts but you just don’t understand. All my life I’ve only known one way of living. I’ve watched Survive and Advance more times than I am willing to admit. I’ve never known the feeling of what being a Champion means, but there is something special going on here. 30 years ago, a group of guys believed in themselves when nobody else would. They defied all odds and became Champions. The ’83 team changed the month of March forever. They changed all of college basketball forever. They were the original Cinderella team. This team is going to be special, as long as they believe. I believe in them." I nearly got as emotional as Coach did. I truly do believe in this team. They have the personnel. They have the leadership. They just have to believe. All we need is to have a chance, and we WILL succeed. Something special is happening with OUR team, and I can’t wait to tell my son about it when he is old enough to understand. Sit back and enjoy the ride everyone.
Survive and Advance.
Don’t give up. Don’t EVER give up