Today we match up with Baylor, our fellow perennial doormat right up until the point they sold their soul to Satan to get a winning football team. (Ken Starr pulled in a 20% cut for facilitating the deal.)
But fuck it - we're coming off a win, the team is slowly but surely looking better week to week, and the goodwill of the entire country would be behind us if we could pull this off. Stranger shit has happened within the confines of Jack Trice Stadium.
EVERY. DAMN. YARD.