It's hard to remember when I was more intrigued and conflicted by a Texas football team. Usually you know who you are and what to expect by this point in the season. But I still don't know what to think.
It's like running into that deceptively hot goth/emo/peta girl from high school 10 years later, except now she's dropped 20 pounds of hate, stopped painting her face to court death and can actually hold a conversation for more than 20 seconds without calling you a sexist tool of Capitalistic excess.
The question is...do you ask for her phone number or run away convinced it's all an act to lure you back to her apartment where she can knock you out and steal your kidney to pay for an undetected prescription drug addiction?
I just don't know. I want to believe in this team, I do. But I have a bad feeling that our resurgence is just a product of a Big XII conference schedule front loaded with really below average teams (including and especially OU) and that OSU is going to put a serious whipping on us this Saturday and expose us all over again.
I hope I'm wrong. I really do because I'm still in the camp that truly appreciates what Mack has done for UT the past 15 years and wants to see him go out a winner, whether that means this season is his last or Patty the Coach Slayer shows mercy and let's Mack come back for more.
But hope is not a plan, or at least not a very good one.
And even though the Magic ESPN Kingdom and Lowell Galindo's hair coach wants us to run the table, that doesn't change the fact that we're an underdog in our own house this Saturday and OSU may very well be twice as good as anyone we've played all season.
Talk me off the ledge, please. Tell me it's okay to let it all ride on Black Jack Mack for the 7th hand in a row. Tell me we can beat Gundy and his colorful flashcard offense. Use sock puppets if you need to, just tell me it's going to be okay.