When I was 4 years old, I was in the Northgate Mall parking lot with my dad as we listen to the final moments of that year's Apple Cup. I asked my dad if we were winning and he replied as he turned of the radio, "We are never winning." That should have been my clue. That should have been the writing on the wall that being a WSU fan was going to be painful, heart-wrenching suffering. 14 years later I applied to one university - The Washington State University - and enrolled without ever seeing the campus. My parents, both graduates, never took me to Pullman, but I knew that was where I wanted to go to school. I have never regretted my decision, and I don't regret it today. I have learned more about myself and more about life from my experience as a Coug than anyone or anything.
But I'm still hurt. I'm still surprised. I still want to throw my computer against the ground. I'm not just angry at Tony Bennett - I'm still angry at Mike Price. I'm not angry that they left necessarily, but angry that they have confirmed, once and for all, that WSU will always be stepping stone. No coach will ever stay. Paul Wulff will not stay if he can put together a few good seasons. The next basketball coach will not stay if he can string together a few good seasons. The women's soccer coach left for Arizona State after leading the Cougs to the NCAA tournament.
I feel like quitting. That was the purpose of a conversation I had with my brother-in-law who graduated from UCLA. I asked him if I could root for the Bruins. I almost registered on their fan site this afternoon, but deep down, I know that I am a Coug. The coaches will come and go. The players may de-commit. But we will always be fans.
At least we have each other and for that I am thankful. I am thankful that you are my brothers and sisters. I might not know you and I might never meet you, but we are a family and I won't give that up for anything, ever. Not even Tony Bennett.