Ok, so when watching the early portions of Wednesday's debacle against Cincinnati, ESPN obviously showed a few shots of Jerry in street clothes on the bench. Didn't think much of it at first, but then all of a sudden I was hit with an overwhelming sense of panic.
"Wait a second," I thought. "How the hell is Jerry supposed to properly cheer the Cards from the bench in slacks and dress shoes!?" At least let the man dress in sneakers, shorts and a pullover! That tie and button down shirt have got to be hampering his ability to waive one, two or (Lord-willing) three towels.
After our solid first half, I chastised myself for my earlier panic. "We got this," I rationalized. "We don't need Jerry's emotional lift tonight, well be ok."
Then the second half of whatever-you-wanna-call-it happened. Obviously my first instincts were right. I won't hate on Jerry, he gave it his best. I saw him trying to get guys pumped up, but he lacked his usual fire. Thus, I propose that (God-forbid) should Jerry be unable to go in our first game of the NCAAs (I'm assuming, I know), he be required to dress in full uniform with as many towels as he can handle.
Because Jerry, we don't need Clark Kent right now.
We need Superman, in all his toweled glory.