You can hear the frustration.
The mix of decades and generations gone by with Purdue basketball so close but never touching that great mystical immortality that comes with becoming what you’ve wanted to be for so long. It is all there, wrapped up into one chorus, screamed by and trampled into the concrete floors of this circular structure by the feet of those devote and those who are still not believing, but wanting to believe - because why else do this? Why else dress yourself in all this gold and black, why else spend all this green to come and immerse yourself in something if you aren’t going to believe it? And maybe you don’t believe it. Not really. Not like your God, but maybe you…
