At this point in the night, I’ve put out over 2,000 words on that wild 18-17 victory, recored a podcast, tweeted as much as humanly possible, and yet, I still can’t believe how that game transpired. What guts by Nate Stanley and the secondary and Dunc.
Sure, it wasn’t anything close to perfect, but most other teams who have to deal with three hours of delays and piles and piles of injuries, playing on the road in front of a raucous crowd who were bright eyed, busy tailed and filled up to the gills with booze and false hopes, would have let that game get away from them and gone home with a big fat “L”.