Most of the time my emotional state is pretty stable when watching sports.
That is never the case when Missouri has a lead over the kansas jayhawks, in any sport, but especially in men’s basketball.
I’ve been conditioned by a torturous 20+ seasons of watching Bill Self smugly run out efficiency machines dressed in blue and trimmed with red. And since the Border War has been rekindled, thankfully, the muscle memory of nerves takes over the moment I wake up on game day and they stick with me until the game is over.
In 2021 I knew the game was over pretty much at tip.