Arkansas was so machinelike in winning three games at home in the Regional, and then casually dispatching Ole Miss on the first day of the Super Regional, that the Hogs’ collapse on a sunny Sunday afternoon against the Rebels was a bit unsettling.
I haven't even spoken to my friends. I ignored all the teary empty nonsense of postgame coverage. I didn't sign into Twitter for a week. Anyway, the game was on a loop in my head.
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Nobody has any reason to be the least bit disappointed with the job Bobby Petrino has done with the Arkansas Razorbacks. Still, I have my reservations about the document that shall henceforth be known as The Agreement.
Ah, the fallow period between conference championships and the Udrove Humanitarian Bowl between Fresno State and Northern Illinois. What are you going to live for over the next two weeks?
Arkansas fans should be getting pretty familiar with the odd Rube Goldbergian operations of the BCS this week.
The Hogs did about everything they could do to lose Saturday's game. They also did everything they had to do to win. Focus on whatever side of that coin you want, but I'll chalk it all up to road woes and look ahead to the Battle for the Boot.
As much as Hog fans like to complain about being overlooked by the national media, I'd wager the Auburn Tigers would love to send a share of that attention west. In a year when the SEC's marquee programs have struggled, Auburn's been the bright shining hope. But their bulb is flickering.
Our football coach doesn't play favorites, and he's really careful about it. It pays off when his team performs the way it did last Saturday night. Leaders emerge over the season, but new stars are born every week.
The Hogs may have beaten Vandy on the field, but in the classroom there's no competition. Arkansas' GSR (55 percent) trails Vandy by 34 percentage points. That's the scholastic equivalent of about a bazillion touchdowns.
Our stars don't seem so much aligned as all crossed up. The loss of Mallett, Adams and Childs would have crippled most teams. Luckily, depth is something Bobby Petrino can control. It's even the least of our worries.
If we're going to call football a game of inches, we're going to have to allow players and fans to be upset about officials spotting the opposition a couple feet. Tired bromides like "a good team survives" and appeals to the "human element" just don't cut it.