So, after failed hero-ball ruined last Christmas eve for myself, I might have in turn ruined it for my family by shouting and running around the house while cursing a certain QB's name while calling for the firing of a DC whose name rhymes with Teryaki. Anyways, after my tirade was over, I realized that for all the happiness BYU Football had brought me it had also brought me way too much heartbreak and sorrow, so I decided we would take a break: I wasn't going to stress about BYU football til August.

But I relapsed, and the other day I made the mistake of listening to a Locked on Cougars podcast. Now, it wasn't anything too exciting, but then the host said one line "There are a 100 days until BYU vs Utah"

AND BAM. I got the instant pit of anxiety/fear/excitement that has preceded every Holy War for me since I can remember. Only each year we lose it gets worse, as though my life- along with an entire year of happiness- depends upon this one game. I know somehow I'll end up on some Yewt-troll's twitter feed like the time I fangirled about seeing Baylor Romney in the Cougareat, but I don't care. Ever since this losing streak has started it's been like my happiness has been capped at 8.5, and however much I want to get to 10 I can't. I can't smuggly grin at my Yewt friends with that knowing gaze of superiority for a whole year. And it hurts. So bad. Say what you may Cougarboard, but a whole 1.5 points of my overall happiness rides on this game- and I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY LONGER