Picture: A scrawny Missouri freshman wakes up at 10 a.m., hops -- or falls -- off his top bunk and flips on his iPod speaker, proceeding to march around his two-man dorm room singing, "Every true son, so happy hearted! Skies above us are bluuuueeee!"
Yes, that was me the morning of my first Missouri football game. And three years later, I can still remember the feeling of elation coursing through me, my face glowing gold as my Tiger’s Lair t-shirt.
As an incoming freshman, I felt as if I was a lackluster Missouri fan. I grew up in St.