The Reverse Silver Lining

You know, you often hear about that silver lining that appears in bad situations. Folks, right now I am in the midst of seeing what I'd like to call the black lining to a fabulously brilliant, fluffy white cloud on a perfect day.

I think I care too much. It's Tuesday night, and I'm getting nervous. I'm getting nervous for a game that isn't going to happen for 4 more days. I'm getting nervous for a game against an opponent with a 1-3 Big 10 and 4-4 overall record. I'm getting nervous because I can't stand the thought of us losing. I can't stand the thought of us losing to anyone, but particularly at home, after our record breaking 8-0 start to a...well, I don't feel qualified enough to say "bad" but maybe a "less than stellar" team.

Before last week's game began, I kept telling everyone, "I just want it to be over! I don't even want to watch; I want to know the scores and I want it to be over!" How's that for nuts? I told you I care too much! Now, looking back, I'm obviously glad I watched. I mean, my dad compared it to "The Catch" of the 2005 Capital One bowl.

This is an audio...I just love the passion behind it, especially starting right after the 1:30 mark:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FnKckP-Ayow&feature=related
But here's the video in case seeing is believing (actual catch around 1:05 mark):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R5ipzYMb2SQ&feature=related

And heeeeeeeere's McNutt:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZgMtnxysUI

By the way, I almost had a heart attack watching those last few plays.

Anyway, I'm getting off topic, which might actually be a good thing because it's distracting me from my nervous feelings.

Actually, I have a final thought, speaking of nervousness. If I have to watch another Iowa player go down, I might go down myself! As if seeing Greenwood carried off on a stretcher wasn't bad enough, watching Sandeman twitch on the field literally made me want to throw up. When they cut back from commercial and he was walking off the field, I almost freaking fainted. I tell you, if nothing else, football is exercising my adrenal glands.

I'm out. Go Hawks!