Down football years are no fun. For the obvious reasons: 1. the team you like isn't enjoying any success, 2. Saturday's, the best day of the week, is turned into a wake, and 3. Fans of teams you hate continually serve you steaming piles of gloat-burgers. Another unanticipated downer is the inability to access schadenfreude.
How can I laugh at little brother when they go out and play in Michigan's "back-up" bowl while Michigan didn't even qualify to make the Motor City Bowl? And as much as I dislike the Sweater Vest, I didn't feel much like celebrating while watching him chomping his gum as he racked up a third consecutive BCS loss. Before the game I thought I'd like nothing better than watching the Buckeyes trounced but as they lost, my Michigan slippers did no victory dance. All I could think about was Michigan's chances in '09.
What is it about losing that paralyzes the ability to find comfort in others' failure?
The lesson I take from this, one I've known for awhile, but now affirmed for a different reason: I'd make a lousy Spartan.