It is about passion. When I watch the game, I turn into a raving lunatic! I can't sit still; I yell and scream and generally carry on. Don't get me wrong -- I love our guys. I don't say anything bad about them other than the occasional, "Really? What the heck was that? Good grief, Cody." But I do turn from a nice middle-aged librarian into a big bundle of emotion with a mouth. When the game is over, it's done. I revert back to my normal self. I just can't watch the ups and downs of the football game calmly. Especially when I know we're not playing up to snuff.
I think Bo is the same, only more so, because it's all on his shoulders. And then, there he is, on national tv. He can't hide out in his living room when Mr. Hyde shows up. And Saturday was soooo frustrating! And infuriating. As long as he doesn't get any penalties and cost us yards; as long as the guys still love him -- let him do what he has to. Try to bottle all that in and the poor guy just might blow up.