Welcome back, Texas Longhorns basketball fans. Welcome back to everyone who is here watching this season unfold like the last 18 episodes of Lost, wanting to see answers to questions that have eluded you for years even though you know you’re probably not getting the answers you want, hate-watching Jack while he screams about needing to go back, knowing his screams are really all of us screaming for 2003 to reappear out of thin air. Welcome back to the 3 AM Winstar gamblers who are down $450, continuing to throw money at the roulette table because they think the sunk cost fallacy is for nerds with no balls, and because if they manage to win back their money their significant other might let them back in the house when they arrive at 8 AM the next morning smelling of stale Ziegenbock and grandma’s vape pen.