Football terrifies me to my very core. The sport itself is almost entirely anticipation, and that is only ever broken up by the occasional release of excitement. A chunk running play, a lid-opening long bomb, or even something as minor as downing a punt within the five-yard line. BYU football controls my emotional well-being far more than I'd care to admit on such a public forum, and yet, there I sit upon that same worn spot on the sofa. Unblinking, salivating, perspiring, and (eventually) rehydrating and adding fuel to that hot-burning addiction.
Just one more run.