I'd much rather be a cockeyed optimist, than a whiny ass pussy any day of the week.
Optimistic like this?
"I am really starting to question whether or not Chris is up to the task of turning around our program, and/or whether his heart is really in to it .... my gut is starting to tell me the same things it told me about BM, Norm and SL .... If Chris were to decide to leave after this year I'd be fine with it,"
On Sunday I watched SJU lose, then wrote 2000 words about it, then watched the Lions lose on their way to missing the playoffs for the millionth straight year, and then I threw in a couple of bets on the mules running around the Aqueduct inner track. That's the trifecta of suck and futility right there. I'm not optimistic about anything much less any of that and am such a cynic that I don't even trust my own skepticism anymore. Does that make me a pussy? Or is it the fact that I wear women's underwear?