You know things are bad when I'm returning to the rooting chants of the Gilby years.
This one comes to you courtesy of the movie "Meatballs" starring Bill Murray.
Tripper: That's just the attitude we don't need. Sure, Mohawk has beaten us twelve years in a row. Sure, they're terrific athletes. They've got the best equipment that money can buy. Hell, every team they're sending over here has their own personal masseuse, not masseur, masseuse. But it doesn't matter. Do you know that every Mohawk competitor has an electrocardiogram, blood and urine tests every 48 hours to see if there's any change in his physical condition? Do you know that they use the most sophisticated training methods from the Soviet Union, East and West Germany, and the newest Olympic power Trinidad-Tobago? But it doesn't matter. It just doesn't matter. IT JUST DOESN'T MATTER. I tell you, IT JUST DOESN'T MATTER! IT JUST DOESN'T MATTER! IT JUST DOESN'T MATTER!The group: IT JUST DOESN'T MATTER! IT JUST DOESN'T MATTER...Tripper: And even, and even if we win, if we win, HAH! Even if we win! Even if we play so far over our heads that our noses bleed for a week to ten days. Even if God in Heaven above comes down and points his hand at our side of the field. Even if every man, woman and child held hands together and prayed for us to win, it just wouldn't matter, because all the really good looking girls would still go out with the guys from Mohawk 'cause they've got all the money! It just doesn't matter if we win or we lose. IT JUST DOESN'T MATTER!The group: IT JUST DOESN'T MATTER! IT JUST DOESN'T MATTER...
Yes, things were so bad in my dad that sometimes we would chant that in the stands. I remember a 63-0 whipping by USC. Where we chanted "next point wins!" - hint: USC still won. Sigh. Here's the scene: