An ode to CSU:
So, from time to time, one finds out that their most deeply held convictions might be misplaced or misguided. Yesterday, I made such a discovery.
Some may have suspected I harbored some animosity towards CSU. Animosity is, of course, the wrong word -- my feelings stemmed from a good-natured competitive rivalry. And while I derided their Yankee-like contract practices, I recognized a winner when I saw it. Still, they would have to be second fiddle to DVOA in all important respects.
Unfortunately, I can no longer believe this. Yesterday, I was the beneficiary of unlooked for kindness and magnanimity from CSU, and in particular, their esteemed patriarch PG.
After being abandoned by my DVOA compatriots (team mates, actually) at the KOA in Buena Vista, with no way to get to the airport and, as a result, with the rest of my life likely to be spent panning for fool’s gold and eating cacti, I was up the creek without a paddle so to speak. That is when, from the goodness of their hearts, the CSU crew offered to rescue me. To what end? Nothing but altruism.
During an exceedingly pleasant trip to Denver, I attempted to evaluate likely explanations for why DVOA abandoned me. Carelessness is a possibility. There was evidence of that, of course. But, in the end, I determined the blame lies at the feet of Balter himself. What evil designs did he have? Was this part of his import/export schemes? Was he trying to cause an international incident, or merely extricate himself from his Jukola commitment? I don't know, but I do know that CSU, and even Swampfox for that matter, would not exhibit such perfidy.