one of the images that has stuck with me over the years is a motif from Irving's Hotel New Hampshire of a stuffed family dog named Sorrow whose remains quite unexpectedly float time after time.
But I gotta be straight with ya. I don't see Ucla Football as Rocky getting off the mat to take out Apollo Creed, Clubber Lang or Khal Drogo.
I see Ucla FB as a stage 4 malaise-noma cancer patient who's switching oncologists for the umpteenth time and doesn't realize its on hospice care and wonders where the life savings are going. (You're welcome!)
Sure, maybe we're Jerry Jones. But more likely we're not.
Until Ucla actually hires a new coach, I'm personally neither up nor down about this situation. It could go either way. "No way it could get worse!," you might say. "It can always get worse," I'll reply.