Photo Attribution: Corie Brianne
I guess this is what the driver’s seat feels like? For years we’ve always been the petulant child relegated to the floorboard in the back of the station wagon, left to wrestle for a window view with the Clemsons and Pittsburghs of the world.
So yeah, you could say this feels pretty good. LSU definitely has the steering wheel (the thought of the Hatter with college football’s proverbial steering wheel in his meaty hands is as scary as it is hilarious), but we’ve got Google maps pulled up and we’re shouting out coordinates while everybody else looks on.
Yeah, 45 South and hang a left near Houston, it’s about 3 hours from there.
(I guess that means we’re in “the passenger’s seat” but somehow that doesn’t have the same ring…)
I think we were all at least peripherally aware that all of this was a possibility. We believed in it the way the Reds bought into Josh Hamilton after years of falling short and not meeting expectations. As if buying into the fantasy in our head was enough to sustain what was actually unfolding in real life.
Except now not it’s like OSU is having its HR Derby in Yankee Stadium moment and we all have no freaking idea how to act.
What do fans of teams in these situations do? Should we book hotel rooms in New Orleans? Should we even talk about anything beyond Iowa State? Should we go to Bedlam even though we’ve watched every other game in our living room in a faded Brian Montonati jersey t-shirt with a six-pack of Boulevard and our Twitter account set for “refresh every 30 seconds”?
I have no answers, I have no idea what we should do, how we should act. All I know is that the stage is set and the final scene is going to be something straight out of Red Sox nation, my question is what that scene will look like: