Lost in the thrum of the opener this season in the midst of clumsily shoehorned Irish references and the excitement from a stadium losing control of its payment system to douse spectators in unlimited free beer and the general celebration of Scott Frost's various ineptitudes and nincompooperies is the question of whether Northwestern might actually be kind of good. That is to say, have the Wildcats discovered a passing attack and brought back their Big Ten-irritating defense enough to get back return to the Fauxltry Powdered Gravy Substitute Bowl or even the Mail Order Nunchuks (For Display Only) Bowl played at an abandoned Discovery Zone?
Is Northwestern Good or is Nebraska in a Grim State of Psychological Collapse
