The Mental Progression of a Late 80's Razorback Fan

I kind of remember in '94 when we won the National championship... I was 5 years old

I was 9 years old when the Stoernover happened

I was a Sr. in HS when Reggie Fish'd

I was a Sr. in college, in New Orleans, when we (didn't) scoop and score

I was learning how to trade bond bid/ask spreads and FX forward points right around the same time I was learning what motorcycle accidents really were all about

I was getting my MBA at the same time I finally connected an inverse relationship with head coach body weight and football success

I was on a flight from Honolulu to NYC yesterday, and the last thing I heard before we took off and I lost service was the Madrigal out (2 outs in the bottom of the 9th with a 1 run lead). I flew 10 hours thinking we had likely won a Natty. Then I landed and learned the truth...

My thought process and mental maturation has literally taught me emotional anguish, in chronological order, as an Arkansas alumni and die hard fan

I OFFER YOU THIS SPORTS GODS... I will drink myself absolutely stupid tonight, way before this game gets to the 3rd Inning to the point my 5 year old self will bask in the self-reflection he was able to attain compared to what I will do tonight, as long as we win. I give up all personal recollection of this day for the morbid irony that my aloof personal mental capacities are a proxy for our sport's success (because that makes sense). I've started keeping up my end of the bargain, now it's your turn...