Last year the Golden Fleck’s came to Kinnick, played like ass, and walked away with the best damn trophy in all of sports. Yup, PJ finally managed to out Ferentz the Ferentz’s and lodge his first W against the Hawkeyes. He then intimated that Floyd may be spending the night in his bedroom, which is weird. Like, really weird.
I’m not going to rehash the worst call since Clinton Solomon getting flagged for grabbing his own facemask, or calling Chad Greenway’s shadow offsides, and no, there will be no videos of that play because it’s painful to see the beginning of Floyd’s torurous year in Minneapolis anymore than I already have.