Tonight I watched TunaU play in the Corporate Conglomerate Bowl. We thought it was the Citrus Bowl, but evidently fruit are out this year, and now its name is the Champs Sports Bowl. This is also highly ironic, because neither team was a Champ of anything, and once this bowl game was over, only one team *cough*cough*TunaU*cough*cough* managed to keep their non-champ streak alive. Unless they are now the champ at not being a champ...
Yes, as usual, TunaU pulled their traditional 3rd quarter impression of a souffle -- they fell flat. Sure, they tried to rise up again, but they just didn't have anything left to give, so try as they might, they (predictably) lost. Again.
I wondered though...is it better to live with predictability or enjoy the wild ride of what's next? Each has its own drawbacks and charms. While there is a certain comfort in knowing what comes next, there is also an undeniable excitement in not knowing what lies around the next corner.
The problem of predictability lies solely at the feet of the result. If it's going to be a happy ending or a good surprise, we're all for it. But if there is a bear waiting to eat you around that next corner, you might wish you had that day's script ahead of time so you could call for a rewrite.
The best course of action seems to be to plan for the worst and hope for the best. That way, when surprises are thrown your way, you can be somewhat prepared. Best to bring a rolled up newspaper to smack on the nose of that bear. And in the case of TunaU, smile and say, "There's always next year."
Where, if they make it, they'll most likely fall apart again.
Predictably.
1 comment:
Whose souffle are you talkin bout?! My souffles don't do that.
TunaU is predictable enough that you could refer to them if you wanted to insult someone's cooking, as in "the spinach souffle is like TunaU in the 3rd quarter of a bowl game."
--TheGenius
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