Let it be noted for the record that we thought Northwestern would suffer a bone-breaking fate at the hands of Missouri and, for the better part of four quarters, beat the Pinkelness out of the Tigers. Or revealed their Pinkelness. It’s hard to say without defining “Pinkelness,” and that would require several hundred pages of heavily jargoned academic literature with at least seventy pages of footnotes to do properly.

All we know is this: Pat Fitzgerald can coach his ass off, and that winning nine games at Vanderbilt-but-cold should require that his name be written with little hearts dotting the i’s on all Northwestern University stationery for the next year. Well played, Wildcats. Feel free to drive straight through any pedestrians in your way on our side of town.


Chase Daniel won, but not before having his delivery grievously interrupted by Northwestern.