Not Again.

Earlier today, I spent an unhealthy amount of money to renew my season football tickets to Michigan State, even though I don't live in Michigan anymore, didn't go to a single game last year and probably won't this year. At some point in 2005, I declared that the program was dead to me—at least until John L. Smith was gone, and that even after that, they would have to earn me back. (To claify: I did not leave them for another team. I simply refused to give them any more of my sweat and tears.)

Well, Smith is gone and there's a new coach. But I don't know if I can go through this again.

Hope is a dangerous thing. Especially at $46 a seat.