I've been suffering the panthers for longer then I'd like. Argument acknowledged; that it is part of being a fan. For better or for worse. Look at the Raiders. . .
Steven Covey suggests that we shouldn't worry about what is outside our realm of influence. It's one of the 7 habits of Highly Effective People for Pete's sake! No wonder fans flock to the Yankees, and the Cowboys. An even more shameless phenomenon is the contingent of fans that hitch a ride on the bandwagon every year. You can expect an infusion of New Orleans Saints fans in the local sports bars, and Drew Bree's "9" jerseys in the halls of campuses around the country. I can't fault them, other than their lack of genuineness. It's all in good fun right?
Not in this country. Sports teams are like politics, your either right or wrong. It's sacrilege to hop from team to team, and just as shameful to be pulling for the "other guy". I love it. Growing up in the south for most of my formative years it was all about college basketball and Duke versus Carolina. There is downright hatred toward the other, and very little recognized respect.
In 1995, as a Pittsburgh Steelers fan I was confronted with a decision to make. A decision of whether to stay loyal to a team that had very little relevance to who I was other than an affinity for the way they play the game. The other choice was to become a Carolina Panther's fan. It seemed like the right thing to do, so I chose the latter. There were some overt signs that I was making the right decision, and like all fans I believed it was a direct message to yours truly (like I shouldn't have missed that game or I forgot my lucky hat). Dom Capers was to be the head coach, the former defensive coordinator of the Steelers. Jerry Richardson the owner of the Panther's franchise, also cited the Dan Rooney's Steelers as his inspiration for the Panthers organization. That's a lot of positive energy.
On the fateful day of September 3rd, 1995 I was a through and blue Carolina Panthers fan! That day the Panthers played San Francisco and lost by 3 points. Not the desired result, but auspicious nonetheless. This team had something, and it was fun to watch. They played hard every game. Even when they lost they were showing flashes of brilliance. Coach Capers was an x's and o's guy who took notes on every play. He was stoic, and passionate when called upon. He had the southern grit, and the passion for winning that has defined this area for years. He was our guy. His team had tough-guys, and savvy veterans like Wesley Walls and Sam Mills. Players that were loved, and will always be remembered.
He quickly became the scapegoat for Richardson, and the organizations lackluster subsequent years. Enter George Seifert, a sure fire winner with a record to boot. That didn't go so well either. He didn't have the pathos or the mentality consistent with what was expected from a defensive team like the Panthers. In 2002 the Panthers signed John Fox for his first NFL Head-coaching job and fresh off a Super Bowl loss as a defensive coordinator with the New York Giants.
Fox was well liked, and his 2002 team finished 7-9 by playing harder and more fundamentally then many of their opponents. He started a veteran quarterback Rodney Peete who was respected for his leadership and experience. In 2003, he signed a second-stringer out of New Orleans the "Raging Cajun" Jake Dellhomme. The fans didn't have much of an opinion of Jake until his first series at quarterback in the second half of the Tampa Bay game. It was love at first sight. He had the grit, he had the fire, and he had us at hello. He was the right guy for the team, and so was John Fox. The teams dominating defensive line, and the offense finally had a backfield that could stretch the field and control the game. Now, was an exciting time to be a Panther's fan. The bandwagon was full and the team was quickly labeled the "Cardiac Cats" for their late game heroics.
Jake was popular because he made the big gambles and it usually paid off. He wasn't the best athlete, nor did he have the best arm. He had heart. In the south, that means something. We were loyal, and even shamelessly forgiving. This was the state of things over the next few years as the Panthers had a great season, then a mediocre season, then a good season, then a mediocre season, yada, yada. . . etc. etc. The vicissitudes of fandom can be gut-wrenching, but it comes with the condition.
It quickly became hard to be a Panthers fan. The team let some key free agents go. They failed to address a need to sign a good number two receiver, or a tight-end. The offense was never as effective without a power runner, and Foster never lived up to his number one billing. The great talent was withering away, and getting beat up. Julius Peppers, Mike Rucker, Kris Jenkins, Dan Morgan, Steve Smith, and Mushin Muhammad were not able to go on talent alone, the team lacked leadership. The organization failed to evolve with the times, and like any organization that fails to change with the times they failed to be effective with their strategy.
Like I said before, I've been suffering the Panthers for years now. Even after last year's NFC south dominating season I felt like we were on the brink of collapse. This season, we've collapsed. We still have dominating talent but lack the vision to compete in today's game. John Fox is still trying to win with a savvy veteran at quarterback, and a dominating defense. The problem is that experience should limit mistakes. This just isn't the case.
This ineptitude has fans screaming for heads and prematurely discussing rebuilding the franchise. The answer lies at the top. The fish rots from the head down. Fox and Marty Hurney have seen success, and like the way it tastes and feels. They just lack the edge, and creativity to sustain success with thirty-two smarter people competing for the very same thing. (the Raiders Al Davis notwithstanding)
"Coaches who can outline plays on a black board are a dime a dozen. The ones who win get inside their player and motivate. "
Vince Lombardi
"If you can accept losing, you can't win."
Vince Lombardi
