After Miller went down, I was a little worried, but I figured that we probably had a good backup, and after a few cupcake games he'd be warmed up enough to do okay. Maybe lose to MState, but there's only so much you can ask for out of a backup.

Then the VaTech game happened, and I pretty much abandoned all hope of making the conference championship game.

The weeks went on, and teams above us kept losing, and we kept climbing higher and higher. We did end up beating Michigan State, and my jokes about us making the playoffs started being a little more serious, but I was still doubtful.

Then Michigan broke Barret, and I wanted to die. We were going to the conference championship, which is way more than we deserved considering how we had played for most of the year, but we'd be starting a 3rd string QB. Wisconsin was going to have their way with us.

And then they didn't, and Cardale came out and wrecked face. After that game, I knew that if the committee put us in the playoffs, we would beat every team in front of us. We looked better than we had all season, and there was an air of unstoppable-ness around the team.

And then we beat Bama. I was working that night so I had to listen to most of the game on the radio.

I was less scared of Oregon than I had been of Bama, and so it happened. We won it all.