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I suppose I was a fair-weather fan when I was standing on the fold-out chairs at Stokely as a 6-year-old watching Tyrone Beaman, Willie Burton, Dan Federman, Dale Ellis and Michael Brooks. I suppose I was a fair-weather fan when my most prized possession were posters signed by Fred Jenkins and Rob Jones. I suppose I was a fair weather fan when I watched every single painful game coached by and played by guys with Houston as their last name. I suppose I was a fair weather fan as I watched Kevin O'Neill fight with Doug Dickey and as a result put out a team of guys who could hustle but couldn't make a bucket. I suppose I was a fair weather fan as I flew from Austin to Kville multiple times to watch Buzz Peterson's team lose..badly. I suppose I was a fair weather fan as I drove out of Tobacco Road, and 6 hours down I-40 to watch this new guy coach them against Texas, Kentucky, Ohio State, South Carolina, and Alabama, and when I drove to Greensboro to watch them lose in the second round, and to Charlotte to watch them get creamed by Louisville in the Sweet 16.
And I guess that now that I'm not losing sleep over this rough patch, it pretty much falls in line with my lackadaisical fanhood.
Maybe I am a fair weather fan. Or maybe it goes something like this: some people grow up in a town and stay in that town - FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIVES.
Others move away and live in different cities. And while I'd love to warp myself to Kville to watch every game, life kinda gets in the way.
Oh, and P.S. - check the # of times I've posted on any football thread, and you'll quickly realize I care way, way more about bball than football. And for the record, I was glad when we fired DeVoe, Houston, O'Neill, and Peterson. And I wanted Fulmer gone 6 years ago. I couldn't be happier that we have a new coach.