As I sit here tonight, sifting through the pieces of a BCS crystal football shattered at Wisconsin, the words of the subject of my other book come back to haunt me.

"What do you think?" I asked the old coach when I talked to him on Friday.

"Well," he mused, "I sure hope we can get out front of them quickly. Otherwise, we're going to see those two big backs coming at us all night long!

Pages and pages have been written about what happened in the 24 hours since that game. No one captured it any better than what my good friend packed into those two sentences.

What more can you say?