It's been a rough year so far for Rasputin, our centuries-old Russian soothsayer who has been the Razorbacks' biggest fan since the football program made its debut under John C. Futrall back in 1894. Dangerously unstable even in the best of times, the tumultuous offseason took a major toll on his delicate psyche - until very recently the last we'd heard of him was a report that he'd been spotted at the site of Bobby Petrino's infamous motorcycle crash, howling at the moon in a drunken fury.
When we lost contact with him after that we quite frankly expected the worst. But, earlier this week one of our interns received a letter in Rasputin's handwriting that simply read "GYPH" and contained some illegible scrawl about Knile Davis' bench press numbers. Then, this very morning the following prediction was delivered to our corporate offices:
Is Rasputin on track or has his rough offseason finally pushed him past the edge of sanity? Please vote in the poll below, and of course share any thoughts you have for us - or Raz - in the comments section.