Why my friend is wrong

I have a friend.  This fact alone may surprise you but I do.  For the purposes of this post let's call my friend "John."  Now John also went to that small college on the Severn and he is probably more passionate about Navy football than I am.

He keeps forwarding me articles that are positive about Navy's move to the Big East.  The last article he sent was from The Bird Dog who is a self proclaimed expert on Navy sports.   In fact the Bird Dog uses a phrase that I would like to borrow: "the Vanderbilt of the Big East."  He doesn't know if that will be Navy's fate.  I, however, am confident it will be.  We will be the perpetual 3-9 team that everyone looks forward playing on their schedule for the guaranteed W.

"John" keeps sending me texts and e-mails to the point that I think he is trying to convince himself this is a good move.  It's almost like a child who asks for a Transformer for Christmas but wakes up on the 25th and finds under the tree that Santa has brought him a Go-Bot.   The child keeps telling himself that the Go-Bot is just as good as a Transformer and it will be a great toy.  But secretly the child knows that Fitor Jet is not nearly as good as Starscream.

I think "John" and the Bird Dog are trying to swallow a bitter pill and convince themselves that it really doesn't taste that bad.  They would like to accept the reality of Navy in the Big East as a positive move.  I, however, am not a glass is half full kind of guy and I think it will be DISASTROUS.  Navy is not a BCS team.  We are a mid-level division one team that contends used to contend for mid-level bowls. And now thanks to the Navy AD Chet Gladchuk, we are about to become the "Vanderbilt of the Big East."