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LEXINGTON- Ah, autumn in the Bluegrass. The air turns crisp, the leaves change color, and hope begins to brew in the hearts of Wildcat fans. Basketball is right around the corner, but for a fleeting moment, Kentucky football takes center stage. Every year, without fail, we tell ourselves as fans, “This is it! This is the year we turn the corner! The year Kentucky football finally stops being, well, ‘classic’ Kentucky football.”
And then, about three games into the season, that familiar feeling returns. Not the comforting warmth of optimism, no. I'm talking about the existential dread that only a Kentucky football fan knows. The kind of dread that makes you wonder if the football gods are actively trolling you.
The Cycle of Hope and Despair
The Kentucky football fan experience is, in many ways, a masterclass in emotional endurance. It begins each summer, as the pre-season hype train starts rolling. By August, you've convinced yourself that all of the four-star recruits who almost came to Lexington but ultimately went to other in-conference foes don’t really matter. No, this year’s team has “grit” and “heart” and a quarterback with a cannon arm that “lights it up” in practice (and only occasionally throws it into triple coverage).
And then comes September. A month full of promise. Sure, you’re a three-touchdown underdog to Georgia, but that doesn’t scare you. "Anything can happen in college football," you say, with a confidence typically reserved for someone who's never watched Kentucky football. By halftime, you’re texting your friends: “Are we going to win this?”….any long standing Kentucky fan has done it. But any long standing Kentucky fan knows that history isn’t on our side with that question.
Officiating: A Conspiracy?
Let’s talk about the referees. The men in stripes who seem to have one mission in life: to make sure Kentucky fans stay humble. The phantom holding calls, the missed pass interferences, the bizarre face mask penalties in which the player called for the face mask is the one missing their helmet. It’s almost as if they’ve been given a secret directive: "Kentucky football must not succeed."
Just when you think you’ve seen it all, along comes a game where a referee somehow calls holding on a wide receiver during a play that wasn’t even a pass. “Are they inventing penalties now?” you wonder aloud. The answer remains unknown, but one has to wonder.
The SEC Gauntlet: A Masochist’s Delight
And then there’s the schedule. As if being Kentucky wasn’t hard enough, we have to navigate the Southeastern Conference. The SEC is like running through a gauntlet of angry bulls, except the bulls are Kirby Smart, Josh Huepel, and whoever A&M’s head coach is this week. You know you're going to get trampled; it’s just a question of how bad the damage will be.
Every season, there’s that one game where hope briefly flickers. Maybe it’s a last-second win over a mid-tier SEC school, and suddenly, you’re dreaming again. The fan forums light up with delusional optimism. "If we can just win out, and if Georgia loses three games, and if Alabama forgets how to play football, we’re in the SEC Championship!" (Spoiler: None of this ever happens.)
Kentucky Football: A Legacy of Almost
Perhaps the most torturous part of being a Kentucky football fan is how close we “almost” get. There’s always a sliver of hope, just enough to keep you hooked. A few years ago, we almost made it to the SEC Championship. We beat Florida in the Swamp! We beat LSU in 2007! We beat… wait, that’s it?
But those glimmers of success only make the fall back to mediocrity more painful. Like Sisyphus pushing that boulder up the hill, only to have it roll back down time-and-time again, Kentucky football fans are stuck in a perpetual cycle of “almost.” We flirt with greatness, only for it to ghost us at the last second, leaving us to drown our sorrows in bourbon and, if we’re lucky, a decent basketball season.
The Ultimate Payoff?
But here's the thing about Kentucky football fans: we are nothing if not resilient. Sure, we’ve suffered through decades of blown leads, bad calls, and inexplicable collapses. But deep down, there’s a stubborn, pestering part of us that believes. Every year, we’ll dust ourselves off, pack into Kroger Field, and scream ourselves hoarse because, maybe, just maybe, THIS is the year.
And if not? Well, there's always basketball season. (Hopefully a good one at that?)
Go Cats.
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