I’m feeling a little salty this morning. Salty like a harbor off the Atlantic Ocean.
I understand what it feels like to be a fan of a program with a lot of hype going into a game against a highly-ranked opponent. It feels good as hell! You feel like you’re on top of the world, that not even [insert opponent here] can stop you. This is your team’s season to step onto the national stage.
That’s been Mizzou on several occasions during my lifetime. And guess how it always ends? So. Poorly. I remember going to Mizzou vs.