We all know the story.

We began this football season hopeful -- a bit weak, a bit off-kilter, but definitely still there. We won our first game, and it felt great.

Then, the Kentucky game happened.

Then, the Georgia game happened.

We were granted a short reprieve with a win from UCF that should not have felt as wonderful and shocking as it did.

And, then, Mizzou grabbed that hope and stomped it back into the dirt.

By the time LSU rolled around, we were at our wit's end.

We barely scraped out a win against Vanderbilt, and it felt like the best thing ever.

We were finally granted a bye week, and everyone nearly cried because -- thank all of the football gods in the universe -- we earned this.

After a week off, we returned with a tiny bit of optimism for the Texas A&M game, only to have it backfire once more.

But then we thought, Tennessee -- this is it. We have to win this one.

Nope. We did not.

When we hit the Florida game, we’d pretty much given up all hope. It made the loss a little less difficult to handle.

Citadel, we thought, certainly we can beat the Citadel. And we were hanging on the whole game.

Until we weren’t.

Thankfully, Clemson came and went without much significance. We didn't get slaughtered nor did we win - but, honestly, at this point we're just praying next season is even markedly better than this one.