Every few seasons, in every conference, a changing of the guard occurs. For every conference dynasty, disaster always lurks just around the corner. There is always another team waiting to stab Ceaser in the back. Always a disgruntled little brother. Always a rising star.
This reign may last the tenure of an exceptional quarterback, the stay of an excellent recruiting class or the dynasty of a brilliant coach. However the regime is installed, the consistent variable is it will always change. The only question: how long will it last?
This is the story of how Stanford changed the landscape of the conference and marked the end of a dynasty in one game.