As Gogol Bordello’s unofficial anthem of the wildcats espouses, when everyone starts wearing purple, it’s just a matter of time until all your sanity and wits will vanish. A trip to Manhattan carries with it a curse of unending apurplectic frustration. As Longhorn fans Shop-Vac hot takes and purple prose through our eyeballs after three straight wins, we are continuously reminded of the stark wasteland Manhattan has been for us, sitting in a purple haze 3 hours from Nowhere. As Herman noted in his press conference, we haven’t won there since the Great Depression and Caden Sterns was yet but a twinkle in his great grandfather’s eye.