I am still processing what I just saw tonight. Reporting live from yours truly at the Hoosier Scribe - I am feeling overwhelmed with numbness, excitement, and anxiety all at the same time. After Ohio State lost, I actually started to believe this could be attainable. That this road to glory was paved for us, and all we needed to do was turn the axel. Then, we absolutely rolled the Crimson Tide, and the delusions started to turn into realities.
We can do this. We can win the NCAA championship.
We are a legitimate contender with all the talent, passion, leadership, and humility in the world to win a national championship. These were the thoughts crossing my mind as we trudged through the trenches of bye weeks between the regular season and today. And these are the thoughts flooding my brain tonight.
The past few months have not felt like real life; there is an abnormal feeling associated with the relentless that Indiana football has displayed this season. What started out as a crude pipe dream has turned into an intense reality.
I wish I had words to make this remarkable journey approachable. I wish I could articulate my feelings with impactful prose like a true writer. Even more so, I wish I had the right mindset to write a poem about these God damn Hoosiers, because that’s how passionate I feel right now.
You know what?
Fuck it.
Grit, glory, and God
Cignetti and Mendoza curated the squad
Yard by yard, the battle is fought
We are not like the others; not a single win bought
We’re raiders of the night
We’re fighters worth a fright
The Hoosiers push the pile as we march towards the light.
These Hundred will not stop while the movement creeps along-
Indiana, Indiana…now sing that God damn song.
If you went to Indiana and caught that last part, you bet your ass you’re supposed to sing that line.
I’m not sure how that’s going to sound tomorrow, but it’s from the heart. And if that doesn’t tell you anything, then let the rest of this blog speak for itself.
This team is real. This team has fought. This team has lost (well, technically, we haven’t) And now, this team has won. What are the highs without the lows and what are the braggadocios blogs without the inevitable reality check from the world. I tried to call this reality, and they ain’t call back. So, I guess it is what it is and we will enjoy every damn minute.
As we march forward, our focus has become clear: One. More. Game. That’s all it takes. I think it’s ridiculous that Miami gets to play at home, but I will not let it bother me. Guess what? Our boy Fernando is from Miami. This is HIS turf. So, your locality won’t save you this time, Hurricanes. Why don’t you please enjoy the ride you’ve been on, but it ends here.
See you in the arena.
Sincerely, And excited, nervous, scared, confident, unsure, and confused Hoosier fan
