Friends.  I must say that I feel weary and drained right now.  I just witnessed the fulfillment of all my highest hopes for this team.  Yes, it was against a middling MAC team.  And yes, the display wasn't without its hiccups.
But man.  That was a fantastic football game.

The things that impressed me the most (thoroughly subjective, and nowhere near the level of analysis readers of this site are used to, for what it's worth): Tate Forcier is a goddam general on the field.  Skinny arms and all.  His poise is almost uncanny.  It reminds me of Muad'dib's little sister in the Dune books: springing from the womb fully intelligent and aware.  Ready to bend circumstances to her will.  Today young Tate showed that, indeed, age ain't nothing but a number.  And I can't imagine how good he'll get over the next four years.

Denard Robinson is faster than anybody I've ever seen wearing maize and blue.  He's like, SEC fast, the kind of fast that doesn't get run down by safeties, the kind of fast that makes me keep my eyes glued to every second of offensive possession because I don't want to miss the next rip.

Our defense…looked good!  More specifically, our guys were making tackles more consistently than anytime I can remember, reaching back into fin de siècle Carr years.  They were making hits, and making them stick.  And it was a pleasure to behold.

And the crowd.  It was obviously big, but it was also almost rabid in pitch.  Maybe it's the new press boxes, but whatever.  It was loud, it was energetic, and it was clearly and comprehensively behind this team.  All of a sudden, I realized that I was watching my team again.  The team that makes me look forward to Next Saturday each and every week during this glorious time of year.

Blah, blah.  We're back.  Redemption is palpable.  The ninjas are loose.  Can't wait for next week.