I am about done with practice reports. I'm tired of hearing how good Utah could be (or how bad they will be) and just want some real football. No more of this camp bullcrap that doesn't prove anything beyond our already established expectations.
You can only read so many reports about Travis Wilson and the defense before you start tuning 'em out. Don't get me wrong, I still understand the importance of these next few days, but there's only so much you can take before you want more, you know?
It's like the build up to Christmas. Sure, you might enjoy the initial spirit and festivities, but dammit if you're not sick and tired of hearing Jingle Bells by the time the 20th of December rolls around. You're ready to just settle in and get to the good stuff.
That's where I'm at right now. I just want the season to start. No more prognosticating and hoping and wondering and the specials ... I want action. I want to see Travis Wilson air it out in a live game. I want to see the scoreboard light up. I want to tailgate and get tipsy and eat and then stumble over into Rice-Eccles Stadium and celebrate, hopefully, anyway, a victory with 45,000 other souls.
I want it now.
We're so close, I can hear the humming of Utah Man and the gravelly voice of Mike Runge yelling out, "That's another Utah ... FIRST DOWN!" (forget that Les Schwab BS). Yes, I'm so desperate for the season to start that I even miss Crazy Lady.
What in the world?
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
I just want football. No more practice reports. No more speculating. No more nothin' except game day and then victory.
Soon, I guess?