It was an ugly, ugly fourth quarter. And a particularly ugly close. (Really, even at the end of this brain-scrambling game, and after more beer than I might ought to have drunk, even I can do the math: 1.47 to go, and 3 downs to burn, and a 30-second clock, just does not add up, no matter how laxly called.)
But I’ll take the victory, thanks.
There are days when it’s nice to be the alum of a third-rate state school. Tiger fans, unite!