UM 1985 and The Catch are just on a different plane of existence. #1 beating #2 at home on a last-second FG will probably stand for a long time. Tate to Holloway remains the instantaneous shocker of turning a loss into a win.
The Pitt game was great. But Indiana 2009 was OMG to the highest level.
Iowa came into the game 8-0, ranked 3rd or 4th in the country. Sports Illustrated was sitting on newstands with DJK (and Wade Leppert) on the cover. It was our magical season, starting with the UNI game.
I had been dog sick on Thursday, losing it on both ends. On Friday, I was improving but still sick. On Saturday, I was a game time decision. My wife had caught it, and she was staying at home. I finally decided I HAD to go, its our dream season and I'm not going to miss it.
So I drag myself out and walk the two miles from my house to Kinnick. I don't scalp my wife's seat, as I figure it will give me more room to relax and spread less disease to others. Then I sit there for 2 1/2 quarters feeling like crap and watching the terrible game that is occurring.
Midway through the 3rd quarter, I honestly felt like crying. I feel terrible, the day is terrible, our national title dreams are dying on the Kinnick Stadium turf in front of me, and most of all I feel terrible for our players.
Then, the ping pong happens. McNutt 92 TO DA HOUSE. DJK 66 to the house on a play that I still think was a brilliant throw my Ricky. The route is on, and suddenly I'm no longer sick, I'm jumping around cheering the Hawks to a 9-0 season.
The national title dreams died in the north end zone a week later, but the Indiana game was still gigantic to me.