Hi.  My name is Hayden Fry's Moustache Ride and I'm a Hawkeye fan. 

As you may or may not be aware, the term 'fan' is short for 'fanatic,' which is defined as "a person with an extreme and uncritical enthusiasm."  Synonyms include: supporter, enthusiast, partisan, booster and addict.  Addict!  I'm addicted to Hawkeye football.  It's a particularly cruel addiction, might I add.  One that can take you over the moon, but can also leave you lying on your face in a shit-filled gutter.

Being an Iowa football fan is similar in many ways to being addicted to blacktar heroin (so I'm told).  Whenever there's an upcoming game, I obsess about it.  I tell people how much I love the Hawks (smack) and how awesome they are and try to get them to experience Iowa football as well.   But of course when it finally comes down to it, it's never as good as I remembered.....and I generally end up feeling like shit the next day. 

Clearly Hawkeye football is a chaser drug.  I remember how I felt in 2002 and I've been chasing that feeling ever since. But I can never quite get that feeling back.  Sometimes I blame the quality (Adam Shada).  Sometimes I think it's my dealers who are the problem (Ferentz, O'Keefe).  Maybe it's the people who glorify it (Herky, G. Dolphin) that keeps me coming back. 

Whatever it is, here I am.  Blogging (aka chasing the dragon) with all of the other addicts.  Not all of us are straight up fiends (BHGP staff), but still we are all eagerly waiting for the upcoming Saturday when we can once again embrace the 'Sweet Lady H' that we had sworn off only days before........

                     "Say what you will on Sunday.......you'll be back"