There is always a lighthouse. That is what the video game classic Bioshock tells us. It is an important thought to hang onto in times of trouble, like when a mix between a 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea scuba diver and the Hulk with a huge drill for an arm is hurtling at you or when your favorite college football team is winless in league play and heading in the wrong direction.
That second situation is where the Cincinnati Bearcats find themselves. Its a dark and dreary place. Much like Andrew Ryan’s underwater Libertarian utopia of Rapture, the UC football program has gone from the elevated heights of glory to the depths of mediocrity or worse.