The word I’m looking for is salvation I think. Well deserved, long overdue salvation.
Perhaps it isn’t overdue. Perhaps it’s come at exactly the right time, not a moment too soon, not a moment too late. It’s come when he was good and ready, and it’s waited till he was good and ready. It’s taken a while.
I feel like I’ve been yelling “Come on Andy!” since September 2008 at least. And my throat is hoarse from yelling. I don’t intend to stop anytime soon, but hopefully it won’t be laced with quite the same desperation in the future. I doubt I’ll ever yell it comfortably, you can’t be a Murray supporter and be comfortable, but the sense of impending doom may be just a bit less. Perhaps.
The thing is, supporting Murray is a bit like loving someone with a poor track record in the solid-and-trustworthy department. You know he’s been weak before, you know how it’s hurt, you know he’s trying really hard. You think you might walk away, but honestly, who are you kidding? And so you just hang in there, and you hope it’ll all take a turn for the better, but even when it appears to, you’re not quite sure if the change is permanent. It takes a while to really believe.