No Names, All Game
It’s July and I’ve been seriously missing all of you Nittany Lions. Quite honestly, I’ve been counting the days until August just so I could say hello and excitedly remind you that we’re just a couple weeks from kickoff.
But then what’s this... the news from the Football team that the players’ names are coming off the jerseys? WHAT?!
I still feel like I’ll believe it when I see it. Is there another shoe waiting to drop? Are we taking the names off but stepping out in dreadful Maryland-esque unis?
Coach Franklin said this: “I've thought about this from day one. I just thought year one wasn't the right time to make this decision.” I have huge respect for him over that mentality; I agree that a major part of one’s first year in leadership is getting the lay of the land.
And he said this: "Restoring some of the history and tradition, I think it's a step in the right direction.” Yes. It. Is.
I might have to take this as a sign we’re about to get our mojo back. And that’s not the only sign the universe has sent me this summer.
Do you remember that scene in A League of Their Own with little boy Stilwell sing-songing “You’re gonna lo-ose yo-ou stii-ink”? Tom Hanks, as coach Jimmy Dugan, sees a sign that his team will win and starts shouting over the boy, “We’re gonna win... WE’RE GONNA WIN!” (What? You haven’t watched that movie 85 times like I have? You’re seriously missing out.)
You guys, I’ve received that sign. We’re gonna win.
Last weekend, we ordered Chinese food for dinner. Here’s my fortune: Your sports team will be very successful this year. Have you ever seen a fortune like that? No, no, you have not.
During my first season on Lion’s Pride staff, I ran into my fifth grade teacher and he told me he reads my blogs. Of course I took it is proof that I’m practically famous. He said, “I agree with you on everything, except the names; I like the names.”
Sorry Mr. K, I know you and others liked the names, but I for one am ecstatic to see them go. With our nameless tradition restored and Chinese fortune on our side, I can’t wait to throw my proverbial baseball mitt at the haters. Hahaha got ‘em.
Black shoes, basic blues, no names, all game. See you in 38 days.