August: This is the year. We are going 10-1 or 10-2 at worst. SEC championship game. Playoffs. Bwaaaack bwaaack bwaack
September: After beating an FCS team in an opener: Super Bowl. We are world beaters. Nobody can stop us. We will stomp the taters.
October: My Gawd, the season's over---I can't believe I was born a gamecock. Fire (insert current head coach). Fire (insert current OC). Bench (insert current QB). Fire (Insert current AD). Our whole season depends upon beating Clemson. This is our super bowl. A She She. SEC. SEC. SEC.
November: Oh my gawd, they beat us again for the (insert current Clemson win streak)th time. Fire (insert current head coach). Fire (insert current OC). Bench (insert current QB). Fire (Insert current AD).
December: Beaudreaux Butt Paste Bowl in Shreveport if bowl eligible. Or Outhouse Bowl. Roll Tide. SEC. SEC. It just means moar.
January: Wait till next year.
Wash, rinse, repeat. See August and start the cycle again.