I can't pinpoint the exact moment, but somewhere between VT and Duke last year, it all changed. I compare it to the moment the detective in The Usual Suspects makes the Keyser Soze connections. It all hit me at once, too. All the talk of clouds, all the substance-less puffery, the incessant excuse-making, I reached my tipping point and it flipped a switch in me. To the point where, for the first time in as long as I can remember, I didn't watch the Spring Game. I paid little attention throughout the summer workouts and practices, and I fought the urge to get excited for the opener (and any other game since then).