There’s an old Johnny Cash song that seems appropriate this Sunday morning. It starts out (and I apologize in advance for my singing voice):
Well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt.
The song, aptly titled Sunday Morning Coming Down, goes on bemoan the pain and loneliness of the sleeping Sunday sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down.
For the second week in a row, Hawkeye fans can relate. Oh, can they relate. There is perhaps no worse feeling on a Sunday morning than waking up with another loss while recovering from a day full of tailgating and a night full of cheering on the Hawkeyes.