Let's take a minute to praise the spectacle that is Indiana football.
What art thou, Crimson-clad people from Indiana? Your record boasts three victorious conquests to nay failed expeditions. But can it be true? Might the same squadron of comrades who defeated the Egyptian dogs from the neighboring state's South by the slimmest of margins and the Hilltoppers of Kentucky's West by a mere three points be of a certain quality known only to the best and brightest teams in the land?
Look closer at them, strip away the mask under which the true identity lies.