You can almost feel it in the air. A running back scampers through a swell of hopeless, dazed defenders and jumps over the pile into the end zone. An ear-shattering train horn rumbles three resounding times, a crazed tree dances, and an even more crazed student section erupts. A downtrodden defense sulks off the field, heads hanging low and bodies in dire need of an ice bath. That, my friends, is intellectual brutality.
Stanford's hard-nosed brand of running the football has blessed Stanford fans with an exceedingly high amount of tangible evidence in recent years, from Rose Bowls to Pac-12 Championships to outstanding individual seasons.