Nonstop failure has a way of dampening the spirits of those invested, but success may finally prevail as the Buffs look to turn the corner.
Ever since I was a wee little boy, I have loved the Colorado Buffaloes. My parents would dress my siblings and me -- all five of us -- in black and gold even though, apart from living in Boulder, none of us had much reason to bask us in Colorado fandom. But devoted we were.
The first game I ever attended was with my mom and brother on the Friday after Thanksgiving, the annual day the divine heroes in black would attempt to vanquish the Devil incarnate.