Hell in the Hall – Louisville Sports Blog

Black Friday.

The coldest day of the year thus far dawns sullen gray, with a bite in the whip of its frosted tail.

I sit near comatose.  It is 7 am, a jackhammer cold is pounding my head, and I’m bristlingly aware that I must be ready to go to a football game soon, at roughly the time I normally would eat breakfast.

I am pissed.

I am pissed for Brian Brohm.

I am pissed for Jeff and Greg too.

I am pissed at the old school football logic of a new coach getting 3-4 years carte blanche–to even destroy a program.

I am pissed that Kragthorpe shredded  a pre-season top 5,  returning  Orange Bowl team into a 6-6 travesty.

I am pissed he  then blamed his failure on “the mess” he inherited from Petrino.

I am really pissed Tom Jurich also then nationally  threw Petrino and our best football glory years under the bus.

I am pissed at Kaptain K trying to abandon his ship in our first year, interviewing with SMU on the sly.

I am really pissed TJ talked him out of it.

I am pissed at K insanely shouting– in the midst of a season-ending five game losing streak –that he wanted the national TV coverage for last year’s final game at Rutgers and then being humiliated 49-0 at the half,  en route to a  64-19 beatdown of Biblical proportions.

I am pissed that U of L became the  laughing stock of college football, because of K’s ineptitude and TJ’s comments.

I am even more pissed that U of L has now become even less than that– non-existent– in the national college football consciousness.

And I am really, REALLY pissed that this season I am now personally numb concerning Card football–in fact, I even  have to be reminded when the games are being played and against whom.

But as the coffee IV drips soothingly through my system, and the jackhammer  quiets a bit in my head,

I smile ever so slightly.

Revenge is a dish best served cold.

I want Kragthorpe gone.  With a capital G as in Get-the -Hell-out-of Dodge gone.

And oh yeah, no matter what happens today, Kragthorpe –and the god-awful cesspool of mediocrity he has created and continues to swirl in–will be gone.

GONE.

And at that thought,  I inhale a last gulp of caffeine, smile and see a bright, bright  sun through the gray sky.

I swear I see it.  Yes,  I am beginning to  see the brightness again…