It snowed Saturday, and everyone lost their goddamn mind.
Somewhere in the midst of the first snowfall of what is sure to be a long, arduous winter, a football game broke out.
The snow came in a brief interlude of flakes that flurried down on Camp Randall during the first quarter, making a perfunctory Big Ten match-up into a must-watch epic as punters flubbed, ball carriers botched and Illinois’ white jerseys suddenly became brilliant camouflage.
Then, it was gone. We were launched back into the real world, one where the yard markers were visible on the field and we didn’t see fumbles every three plays.