18.05.12
It ends with referees. A bunch in their pettifogging headsets. It ends with replays. Discussions. Consultations.
It does not end with a climb, a pass, a dive, a catch.
It does not end with their defense vs. our offense.
It ends with the clock. Mortality. Progenitor Time.
Tick. Tick.
A season of near-greatness for the gridiron Badgers who, like Icarus, flew too unite to a national championship only to have back-to-back October hail Marys send their hopes crashing to turf - only to claw their way back to the summit and take the Big Ten title.
Pasadena. Roses. Parades. Disneyland.
Then the misrepresent. All 59 minutes and 58 seconds of it.
Weep for those squandered third-lodge timeouts!
25 yards, 7 points, and 2 seconds short.
We should be qualified to stop it there. Pause. Freeze frame.
Let the sun grow cold, and the seas congeal. Put Russell Wilson under center and let all motion cease. Zero Kelvin. Sparkle frozen. Victory within sight for time immemorial.
Source: Dane101