Football season is kind of like Christmas morning... you wait all year for it, and before you realize it's already over. This is not saying that there isn't a lot of football left to be played, but this will be the last time that I make the drive up I-540. It is possibly my favorite drive in the entire nation. It's 45 miles of pure mountainous bliss which ends with a sign that says "University of Arkansas, Next Right." Tomorrow night I will crest that final hill, just past Greenland, and I'll see the Old Main on the horizon for one final time this Fall... truly bittersweet.
In less than 36 hours Hog fans from all over will start the final SEC tailgate of the season in God's country. Some will start with boggs in the parking lot at Baum Stadium at George Cole Field (my second love), while others will try and drink away a hangover underneath the jumbotron in The Pit. After the game, no matter the outcome, Hog fans will descend on Dickson to take car bombs and jell-o shots, and hopefully make it all the way to closing time. It is guaranteed to be one incredible day of drunkeness, as it always is.
While we all hope for a Razorback win over the Old Ball Coach, we will likely forget the outcome of the game in due time (unless Mallett throws for 10 TDs in true DMac 321 yard fashion). What we will remember is another season of memories at Donald W. Reynolds Razorback Stadium watching our favorite team, and it will lead to another 8 months of longing for football season to come again. So Hog fans, enjoy what's coming this weekend, because it's a very special tradition that we partake in every fall, and one that gets better and better every year.
Predictions are on the horizon...