Sometimes I wish I didn’t care so much about the Razorbacks. Not the best analogy, but it’s sorta like their my children. I love them so much, but when they disappoint me, it just hurts so bad. It’s like when they fail a class, they should have passed. I can’t quit on them because they’re family. It not like I can just say “enough, I’m now an Alabama fan”. Of course, if they were my kids, I’d be wearing their butts off about now.