No more acid reflux, anger, fear, second-guessing, and hopelessness as my college football season just ended today. Let the talking heads debate about who's no. 1,2,3, and 4. I don't care. I hosted friends to every RU game at my house this year and absorbed laughter, criticism, and jokes for an entire season while searching endlessly for positives. Now I've been released from purgatory until next August when I regain my addiction to Rutgers football.
