So, yeah. I usually try and have more written, but that would have been functionally impossible. Penn State just won one of the ugliest, sloppiest, most unquestionably frustrating games they have ever played. Let's go crazy, because it's moments like these why going crazy was invented.
You want a rivalry, Rutgers? This is what happens in a rivalry. You get heartbroken. You feel like you've been stabbed. Punched in the gut. Every last bit of energy you've been able to muster, for three and a half hours of a game, for eight hours of tailgaiting, for six days of buildup gets drained from your soul. And you're left to stew in that for a long, long time.
Guess what: It's a whole hell of a lot sweeter being on the other side.
There will be more to write later, but I have to head down for James Franklin's presser. See you on the other side, Penn State.
Yes, that happened.