It’s been a strange season.
It’s as if Northwestern football went to a party, got particularly inebriated in the first twenty minutes, and then had a really constructive networking session with Bill Walsh (networking, after all, is the Northwestern way of life). Northwestern was the life of the party for a few hours, but the ultra-fratty owners of the B1G house kicked him out. Now Northwestern is sitting at Domino’s, waiting for a crappy $7 pizza to be delivered by Mitch Leidner. Purdue was the 10 percent discount code that Northwestern applied at the counter. The hangover is already setting in.