Every season, there’s a point at which I ask my self the same question: why do I keep doing this? Why do I allow myself to become emotionally invested in the outcome of recreational events between young men, most of which aren’t even old enough to legally drink?
I’ve yet to come up with a good answer, but here I am. Another season, more emotional investment in the result of college football games. As an Iowa fan, that of course means more disappointment.
No matter the talent, the coaching or the season, there is one unavoidable truth as a Hawkeye fan: we cannot have nice things.