From the very top row of Clemson Memorial Stadium, a place so far removed from the action that only Lamar Jackson could have hit me with a pass, the Tiger euphoria that erupted when James Quick was marked short of a first down should have left me in a state of dazed depression. Instead, I made the steep climb down the treacherous steps feeling like the Grinch returning Christmas to the citizens of Whoville; my Cardinal heart had grown three sizes that night. Cardinal Football didn't leave Death Valley with the victory they deserved much more than the Tigers, but Louisville did return home as a potential playoff team led by the soon-to-be winner of the Heisman Trophy.
Louisville football's era of legitimacy has arrived
