One major proponent in my life is a pride in where I come from.
I’m not the biggest country music fan in the world, but a good majority of my friends went out to Red, White, and Boom this weekend instead of the Kentucky game to see Florida Georgia Line among many others in what has really become quite the spectacle from what I hear.
Florida Georgia Line isn’t my favorite band in the world, but recently they released a song called “May We All”, and for whatever reason the lyrics to this song caught me.
May we all get to grow up in our red white and blue little towns
Get a one star hand me down Ford to try to fix up
With some part time cash from driving a tractor
Find a sweet little thing, wears your ball cap backwards
Kinda place you can’t wait to leave but nobody does
Cause you miss it too much
Maybe that’s what makes me a little less pessimistic than some of my classmates that aren’t from here when we talk about football.
Maybe it’s because I feel like we can come out and beat Florida next week for the first time in how many years? After THAT performance Saturday? I still believe it’s possible.
I think it goes beyond sports.
Certainly, as many of our readers and fellow members of the BBN can attest to, there really hasn’t been much of a reason to cheer for the football season.
I’ve read your comments on social media, on our pieces here on CameronMillsRadio.com and beyond. I’ve heard you call in to tell local sports shows you broke your televisions. I’ve chuckled at your Facebook posts about how this is really the last time you’re believing in football.
I get it.
There isn’t much to get excited about for the on field product, especially after we got together and blew as much belief into a proverbial giant balloon full of hopes and dreams all summer only to see Shannon Dawson walk by and poke a pin right in the middle of it, bursting all of our hopes and dreams, leaving us winded and out of breath again.
I get it. I really do.
It makes those rare moments when something beautiful happens so much sweeter.
I’ll never forget seeing a sold out Commonwealth dancing to “Grove Street Party” by Waka Flocka Flame as the special teams came onto the field to kick off after a touchdown against South Carolina. I had never seen anything like that in my entire life with UK football.
I’ll also never forget later on in that game when Bud Dupree came up with a pick six that sealed the win, and seeing our fans storm the field in a game that nationally wasn’t of much importance, but it meant the world to us.
May we all do a little bit better than the first time
Learn a little something from the worst times
Get a little stronger from the hurt times
May we all get to have a chance to ride the fast one
Walk away wiser when we crashed one
Keep hoping that the best one is the last one
It wasn’t about football at that moment. It was all emotion.
For that night we believed in something bigger than play calls and rankings. It was about an incredible sweeping feeling of pride and joy in our team, a team that represents us.
If you look at the on field product, I understand why you don’t want to blindly love this team. Your heart has been broken a few too many times, I get it. Mine has too.
We always say that we are done with it, and that there is no point in willingly going back to something that continually hurts us.
I look at it differently. The only reason someone would smash their television, cry themselves to sleep, post angry things on social media, and maybe drink a few too many beers after the game is simple:
It’s because we care.
We want football to be something special because it is our team.
Home brings out a wide variety of emotions in everyone. It could mean different things to you than to me. At the end of the day, we all criticize our hometowns. Not because we hate it, not because we just seem to be awful at a sport, and not just because we need something to complain about, it’s because we want it to be better. We want where we come from to be the best possible place it can be.
It hurts so much because we care about it so much.
BBN, in my last piece I criticized you for quitting again, and I meant every word of it. On the same token, don’t think I don’t understand it. We may never be a premier location for recruits and national acclaim. We may never be in a BCS National Championship game.
If that is the case, why does our team step out on to the field every Saturday? Why do we tailgate, shut down campus traffic, and gather with 50,000 of our best friends every year? What’s the point?
If we left every bit of it behind, we would miss it too much.
We love sitting out in the parking lot grilling out, passing the football around with the kids, and getting hyped up when our team comes out of the tunnel.
We love football in Kentucky, and we just want that love to be validated and reciprocated by every player or coach that walks those sidelines.
They feel that negative vibe from our crowds. They see us leave the stands, complain and cry on social media.
I can’t help but to wonder what it would be like if we just embraced this team and program for what it is, our home, instead of just a win or loss column? It’s okay to be mad, it’s okay to wish it was better and to demand excellence.
It’s also okay to unconditionally love this team and everything about game days in Lexington.
Our product on the field may be struggling, but your love and pride in our team and city should never be on the decline.
An on field product should not have to “earn” your attendance.
You should keep believing because it is our team, and if the whole world counts us out every year, the city they represent should never leave them behind.
Where you ’bout to go?
You learn to fly and if you can’t then you just freefall
May we all