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Virginia Tech football just upset mighty uva to take the Commonwealth Cup back! Thereby marooning T.Jay O&M indentured servant style, leaving Jeffy yet again to mowing the faux-uppity always C’ville weed-whacked-lawn. Again.
Personally? I’m not surprised. I’ma stunned. Raised to the floored power! Truly. Eye’d be lying like a rug if I fibbed and told you Eye saw this one coming.
I did not. Hooever, I can tell you what Eye scraped up post-game. Which was every bit as bewildering -if not a good deal more so- than the actual gridiron contest itself! The uva Eye may open up somewhere this week, or next week… or whenever VT A.D. gone H.R. does this/that? Or maybe just stands hiring pat? Because as we all know… where you stand is where you sit— and right now? Well, right now the nearly infinitely embattled, and even a bit embittered… Justin Fuente sits right on top of the Commonwealth Cup!
(think about that…)
So, this is more of an editorial… “oui-oui” I WANT all kinda work with the post-game fight, a more mindful (#76Props) Brockworst, the uva total idiot baller with a Full Metal Jacket “kill” wad of eye-dark right on his face… did I mention the post-game fight; yet?
I want work with all of ^dat^ yo’!
(Eye just want to be sure which coach I’ma working under, first).
Nevertheless… the post-game itself was nothing short of what may be an overworked word… Amazing!
As nothing about it struck me as anything other than two things… and you may go Backgammon Player’s Privilege and take the dice, and give it a roll here…
So, what was up with suuuuuuch an elongated post-game with NO Fu’ to be found?
As this truly Applied Sports Psyche (“thx” @’the’ Dr. Minnix of Illinois) befuddled me❓
As my initial Rx (chemistry jargon for: reaction) was… why would a dead-man walking do this?!?
To me and my surprised people (as this was not in-character for anything Justin) it was one of two major, critically important things… Either/Or style of course…
- Either, it was a Coach who is NOT gone! A coach who was setting/sealing the next year’s strategic tone as best he present-tense could. As Fu’ nearly went bonkers for being such a pent-up, not Penthouse; INTJ personality post-game. No joke. Fu’ is a lotta things ladies and Techmen… and effusive is never ever one of ’em. This is NOT a blabby guy. This is NOT a 4th-estate loving or camera-centric guy. This is NOT a social-media darling, NOT at all. Not even close in point of fact of clarity. So, was Fu’ laying the 2021 “I told you my way worked” foundation or not?
- Or, was this just pure prideful clinical venting? Take or get the very last, lame-duck gone “quack”-ATTACK, final-word in while he still could? Hubris is a tricky thing… and he did Hokie Pride back-it-up out on the field on Saturday night to boot. One could be forgiven for wanting the last word here at the end of his final night on the job. Eye might had a fu’ rather cavalier things to say my ownself under similar circumstances… wouldn’t most of you?
The point raised to the conundrum power being… why stay that long -longer than ever before by far- and say that much (post-game) if you know you are gone?
Unless you are staying?
Or, unless you yet not been… told?
(oh wait, that’s 3 things…)
The Rest of the Story...
The Greatest fence-sitter; Eye’ve ever seen bar none. Truly. A perfect catnip ‘meow’-mix gone cat-of-nine-lives who has prolly spent about 10 of ’em over in the 24060 alone.
As Justin repeatedly does JUST’ enuff… just barely… to right every single leaky Duck Pond ship at VeeTee just in the nick of foundering time.
A true 1972 Poseidon Adventure of a Head Coach.
And yet things are never truly O&M shipshape!
It really does amaze… go fig’?!?
As I’ve never seen anyone live this long on the Razor’s Edge.
Never! The last virtually perfect .5oo four years calendar run is indeed a perfectly split-vote.
Thus making Fu’ is 1-of-a-kinda.
As the best people I know fight hard, tired.
The 2nd-best people I know fight best when wounded, or cornered.
And like him or lump him, gentlemen… for four quarters of play… Justin Fuente just; did, both!
(and I’ma almost starting to admire that… and never thought I could, either)
"All I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by..." John Masefield, "Sea-Fever", in Salt-Water Ballads (1902)
And in closing this lowercase mini-me Tech Thoughts… what would you think if in the very final, waining, swansong, O&M twilight moments of his near ½-decade on the job… Justin James Fuente finally found a way to finally connect with his whole entire team?
All of them. Each and every one.
As there are surely worse epitaphs you could authour here…
…or Hokiestone elegy’s for VeeTee’s very own: Odysseus.
Because the same of the classically tempest-struck life of the legendary meandering Odysseus… our man is also: “…the man of twists and turns”.
And if this is parting Justin?
Fair-weather, tall-ships, and a fair Oddesy to you Coach-Fu’.