No, not the lovable, hardworking, better-known-as-a-sidekick-hobbit Rudy. This letter goes out to one much closer to our black, black hearts here at Seasons of Discontent.
We all want to cheer for the hometown team. You know, be true to your school and all. So you avoided the open hostility of at least this ASU fan for the past few years. Despite your constantly-running mouth, let alone your unique penchant for following a potentially drive-crushing sack with a certainly game-crushing interception. Still, your membership on the team and your willingness to play through injuries were just enough to prevent me from openly wishing you severe bodily harm. I was probably guilty of wishing moderate harm. Maybe not a Theisman-esque, “I never thought I’d get to see my own bone marrow” injury, but certainly something minor and poorly understood. Like a lis franc. Maybe an inflamed bursa sac.
Well, now you’ve signed with the Cowboys. Rudy, thank you for confirming everything I’ve always believed about you, and tipping the scales so I can actively root to see your insides exposed to the outsides. Which will be the only way you’ll ever be mentioned in the same breath as Napolean McCallum or any other NFL starter (youtube it if you dare). Oh, and good luck getting past Isiah Stanback* on the depth chart.
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