Ah, well...

I don't want to to be too apocaplyptic, because it's really not the end of the world. I knew our secondary wasn't anywhere near an elite level, but I thought that at this point in the season they'd already seen the best any other team would be able to throw at us. Not so much, as K-State was relentless in their ass-raping of our coverage. Seriously, my butthole was starting to hurt just watching it.

The good news is that we're still going to the Fiesta Bowl; the bad news is that it won't be for the championship iteration. Be thankful as hell that we're playing the poor Aggies next game, and not ou, who has turned on the heat all of a sudden. We'll take out some aggression on A&M, put the hurtin' on Nebraska, then play Boise State in the desert for another BCS victory.

Like I say, it's not the end of the world, it's just that our bar is set so fucking high - and that's the way it should be.

By Sunday morning, I had received 17 suicide notes between my voicemail and text messaging. I hope you're all still alive.