If we are Big Dogs, we have to get off the porch.
Sooner or later.
What difference does it make if it's sooner?
Are we to wimp out with some girlie excuse that we have to play those mean old boys too soon?
Aw, we have to go back to the barn, lick our wounds, try to recover.
Reinvent our season, our personae, our purpose.
Call Dr. Phil.
SEC West. That's where we are, who we are.
Man up, or quit?