After all, if playing Michigan in the Rose Bowl following a 10-win regular season is the worst we can do -- during what was supposed to be a “rebuilding” year -- I’ll take it. (Props to my wife and kids for pulling me out of my post-game stupor yesterday.)
Many “experts” have told us it’s unrealistic to expect more. Even the Lispy One cut USC a break on ESPN, saying there is no way any team could maintain an emotional peak for four straight games, especially when USC destroyed ugla 66-19 the previous year. I tend to agree. Apparently, this “rivalry month,” as Dallas Sartz called it last week, caught up to us. Our supposed “lucky” schedule did us in.
Another “expert” (again, we use quotes to denote sarcasm) tells us that a lost relationship is to blame for our lost opportunity. If Scott Wolf of the Daily News is to be believed, Carroll’s presumably close friendship with DeWayne Walker, the bruin defensive coordinator who took Lane Kiffin to school (and put him in the corner with a dunce cap), is anything but.
Wolf says Walker, who was Carroll’s first outside hire when he became head coach at USC, was miffed after Carroll hired Nick Holt as the Trojans’ DC. Karl Dorrell, employing some “if you can’t beat ‘em, copy ‘em” strategy, subsequently made the most incredibly intelligent (or idiot savant) decision he’s probably ever made in his life and hired Walker.
If this jilted protégé stuff is true, the chip on Walker’s shoulder sounds like this:
I knew we would have to play the best game we've played to win, but their offense was predictable in some aspects, especially in the passing game. They're very talented but in some respects it's not too complicated. ... As far as I was concerned, it was me against Booty. If I could get into his head, we could win. It wasn't me against Pete Carroll, Steve Sarkisian or Lane Kiffin. It was me against Booty.Of course, nothing could sound more grating than the indecent, sophomoric, not-ready-for-prime-time behavior coming from the bruin “nation.” I won’t call it “classless” because we’re tired of making that point, because they make the point for us, and because their reaction goes way beyond a lack of class. Here’s a sample:
FU*K Southern CalNice. Let’s just file this away for posting on the locker room bulletin board next year, and for years to come. Keep in mind this was up without asterisks, until someone (surprisingly) thought the better of it. If that’s how their “true” fans behave, you have to wonder what their bandwagon fans would do … if they were worthy of bandwagon fans.
By Nestor Section: Diaries
Posted on Sat Dec 02, 2006 at 09:33:55 PM EST
CHRISTMAS COMES EARLY TO BRUINS NATION.
Ding Dong Pom Pom, the "Humanitarian" is Dead. The Poodle is dead baby.
America's Team (at least for tonight) wins:
Fu*k Southern Cal.
Fu*k the Humanitarian er ... Pom Pom ... we mean the Poodle.
Fu*k Your Stupid Band.
Fu*k Your Stupid Song.
Fu*k Your Puke Colors.
Fu*k Your Bandwagon fans.
We fu*king own Los Angeles.
So just Go Fu*k yourselves and Go Jump Off the Fu*king Southern California piers from New Port Beach to Santa Monica.
Fu*k every single one of you motherf*cking TrOJans.
Yes, we must admit that the rivalry is back on the football field. But the dignity … not really.
So, this is what we get for all of the unprecedented success that is USC Football. A biased, anti-USC Lou Holtz telling us we’re human, Carroll’s apprentice coming back with a chip on his shoulder, a “nation” of idiots drooling f-words all over themselves … and the Rose Bowl as a consolation.
This is what we get for expecting more, for believing that we can “do this better than it’s ever been done before” as our man Carroll has said many times.
If this is as bad as it will ever get … I’ll take it.
Fight On! Beat the Wolverines!