History of The Fizz
This was the Orange that night, losing 35-nil, literally getting pummeled by the enemy.
Midwesterners can be so naively sweet. Upon entering the state on I-35, a sign read, “Iowa: Fields of Opportunity.”
If only they knew what we in Orange Nation knew; it was only an opportunity to get crushed. Again.
But the lows have made quite a comeback lately. The NITs, the quickly emptying Carrier Domes, the attention-starved A.D., the all-orange football unis, the entire Groobers Error.
Screaming, cheering, caring for Syracuse seems so quaint at times. When you first arrive on campus at that great, big pressurized aluminum box you feel like anything is possible.
Quickly, you realize it often seems to feel very impossible.
This is the part of the story where this whole blogging thing comes into play.
This is where “Orange Fizz” bubbles in. Is Poliquin still searching for another silver lining? What is Dr. Doom’s “anytime minutes” plan when using cell phones simultaneously? How does Boeheim make that face?
Sometimes, Syracuse athletics feels like the set of “30 Rock”: chaos, absurdity, unintentional comedy.
In a few short months, the Fizz became one of the fastest growing college sports blogs on the web. We’ve been linked to by much larger sites like SI.com and TheBigLead.com. Heck, we even had to move addresses to this fancy new uptown blog, because we were growing at too rapid a rate. Our little Fizzy Otto is all growns up.
How? Who the hell knows. Guess we all need hobbies.
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It’s been gratifying and humbling knowing the Fizz is leaving a mark. More importantly, we all just hope you’ve been entertained. Because as fellow brow-beaten, exasperated and delirious members of Orange Nation, we could all use a moment of sanity.