All the fairy tale stuff gets us nowhere.
The only way we'll ever get to where we want to be is to deal with reality... face it head on.
You want reality? You're enraged that you're not getting perfection from kids just past puberty,
who haven't figured out sh#t in their lives except they're pretty decent athletes. They don't have jobs, mortgages, responsibilities
or in any way resemble fully assembled adults.
You get pissed when they fumble a football or miss a tackle, when they're really supposed to be studying for an algebra test. You complain when they don't execute perfectly
when the reality is they barely know their a$$ from a hole in the ground.
Some of these guys don't even shave yet.
Some of them have never experienced love or loss, or life on anything other than a superficial level. They sound like adults and you believe the fantasy that they're somehow going to perform like grown men because you watched SportsCenter for ten years and that's what they show.
You've forgotten what a fuckup you were at 20 years old,
how you couldn't talk to a girl without wetting yourself, all the while expecting a guy aged 19 to break three tackles to get a first down because goddammit you bought a ticket and you're under some delusion that that grants you some kind of power.
You expect coaches to get all these post-hormonal kids to perform without flaws,
basically herding cats, and when they don't you whine and moan and ramble on about "fairy tales" as if you have half a clue what any of these people are doing.
Among 120 teams, ten have a half decent season by your standards, and when Nebraska doesn't you b!^@h and bark at the coaches and players like you've personally been aggrieved. More than 90% of teams every year don't have a season that meets your expectations, but rather than accept the norms of college football you complain on and on about it, bemoaning your lot in life that you chose a team that - GASP! - loses.
Woe is you.
Who cares where you want to be? Who cares what you think reality is?