Is the ill-advised venturing to the comment sections of local newspapers, and the yipping ankle-nippers that find their way here because they have nothing better to do since being a Ute fan sucks all of the joy out of their life.

We don't go looking for interactions with Ute fans, because odds are good it turns into some akin to a struggle with a swine in some muddy West-concourse feces. And despite that...here we are.