Blogs | 1/25/2010 9:21:58 PM | John Gurtler
My mom said there would be seasons like this.
Bottom line, nobody likes losing. There is a cycle that is built into sport. Sometimes it goes full circle and sometimes it’s caught before the fallout.
The Bandits are rapidly approaching that fallout, with a riptide quickly pulling at this 2010 campaign. Not to harp on the 0-4 start, the challenge remains out on the table. The lines are still taught and this can be turned around. It will take dedication, focus and a fever to make it happen.
But I went looking for answers of this unusual start.
It didn’t take long as I was thumbing through the stats of Friday’s 13-11 loss to Washington and Saturday’s 11-7 decision to Edmonton. All of a sudden I felt a heavy spirit fall upon me. Like a high plains drifter who had ridden the desert night with the smell of worn leather and the twin sound of his spurs. “You want answers?” said whatever it was – I couldn’t see anything. “I think we are entitled,” I said. “So you want answers?” a clearer grumble started to come forward “We just want the truth err ahh, I know, we can’t handle the truth.” And all of a sudden the spirit of the great Bandit rolls out of a fog and goes face-to-face with me.
“Son, we live in a world that has indoor lacrosse fields and those fields need to be guarded by Bandits with defensive and offensive sticks. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, heavyset middle age announcer? As the spirit of the great Bandit, I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for the fact the Bandits are 0-4; you have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know; that the Bandits worst start every, while tragic, probably will do them some good, and that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, will most likely save the Bandits season.
You don’t want the truth because deep down in places you don’t talk about at pre-game parties. You want me on that floor. You need me on that floor. The great Bandits of past used words like honor, code, loyalty. We used them as the backbone of a life trying to defend something. You use them as some bumbling fodder on your microphone. I have neither the time not the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the Bandit blanket of the very good seasons I provided and then questions the manner in which I providing it now. I would rather you just say thank you and leave the arena quietly. Otherwise, I suggest that you pick up your get tough attitude and stand post to help these guys get through this. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to. Right now it’s time to order a code red and do the job we’ve always done: Play Bandit ball.”
Saturday can’t come soon enough.