I'm "for" the 2004 Missouri game. After the 2002 2nd half mess and the debacle of 2003, I thought this game was our chance to put that crap behind us - for a little while at least.
I'll never forget the missed field goal that would have sent us all out of the stadium like little happy campers. Then the interception.
I was in denial...seriously. I stood there waiting for more...there just had to be more. That wasn't the end of the game.
Alas, it was. I'll admit, I shed tears in Section 12 of Jack Trice that day. I never, ever wanted to feel like that after a football game again. Unfortunately, I did exactly a year later. At least I wasn't there to witness it this time. Even then, Mizzu would have been the worst of the two for me.
As the song goes, the first cut is the deepest.