Last year I went from the highest high at the Cotton Bowl with the win over Blow U to the lowest low as walking to the parking lot I began to feel a pain in my back as if I had been stabbed. Stayed hydrated back to Cowtown and met a friend for dinner around 6:30pm. By that time, the 4 rated pain had jumped to 7 and I was sweating like a whore in church in a well air conditioned restaurant. Halfway through the meal I won as a result of the bet made on a Texas win, I looked at my buddy and said man, I'm sorry, but I have got to get to an ER-this pain is killing me. Left half a steak and headed to the ER where they did a scan and chilled my ass out with a morphine drip and some good painkillers. Four hours later, awoke groggy, was given the cup to pee in to catch the little bastard if I passed it, and wife drove me home. Three weeks later at the urologist, another scope, and nothing turned up. Said it must have broken up and I passed it. This was the first and I hope last time I have this experience. Outside of cracking three ribs once, nothing compares to the pain that sumbitch put me through. Woke up at noon the following day enjoyed reading about the game.