I woke up this morning and headed to work as I always do, but then I started thinking of where my love for the Buffs all started. Other than the fact that everyone who went to college in my family went to CU, I remember a time of dominance when the Buffaloes truly did roam. A time when we weren't wondering if we would win, but how many first downs we would give up. I remember having Pee-Wee games on saturdays and asking my dad every chance I got what the CU score was.
I was ten years old and at the most impressionable time in a young boys life when CU won it's only National Championship. I remember visiting my sister in the dorms when I was nine and then hanging out with all of her friends saturday morning before the game. My family would head up for the game and we would sit just above the student section in the horse-shoe endzone. Black and gold everywhere and not a seat to be had. These where the loudest and most exhilerating sporting events I had ever been to. Touchdowns scored, High-fiving a complete stranger, hugging my dad and brother who weren't really the hugging type. I wanted everyday to be Saturday with the Buffs at Folsom. I remember going to a CU vs Nebraska game on a cold night with my brother-in-law and watching them tie when I had invested every emotion I had into that game. "The Option", "Miracle in Michigan", Rashaan Salam winning the Heisman, Coach McCartney walking across the field after winning the National Championship with a smile on his face and many many more. I have so many memories from my childhood that I could go on for hours but I won't bring them all up now. I know I have been spoiled in my life as I hear my dad talk about powder blue uniforms, losing more games than I can ever imagine and getting beat by Nebraska year in and year out.
After thinking about all of these childhood memories, I can't help but think that good things are happening. I think ahead to the current "Hawk Era" and it makes me feel like that 10 year old boy again. Buffaloes gear popping up everywhere, Saturdays in Folsom with my Dad and Brother, Gas station clerks noticing a sweatshirt and commenting on the good recruiting class, strangers in a random store talking about the game from Saturday on a Sunday afternoon. These are all the little bits and peices that are making those fond memories return. Could the Buffs be back?
My point with this whole thing if there is one, is thinking back to an amazing time in my life for CU football. We have showed glimpses of returning in past years but then floundered. We have been through coaches who promised a return to a better time, but they have all fallen short. Scandals, Violations, Bad Fan Support and just plain embarassment, and yet I feel a new wind is blowing in Boulder. Could this be the return we have been waiting for? Could Buff Pride be on it's way back? I know it's too early to tell, but something feels different this time around.
Go Buffs!!!! Darrell Scott For Heisman!!!