I woke up to a loud crack of thunder on Saturday morning. I could hear the rain tapping against the window as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and drew back the blinds in my friend's Hyde Park condo. I couldn't help but feel that there was something auspicious about the downpour on the other side of the glass. After all, the opening kick-off to Stanford's 2015 season was only a few hours away. Perhaps it was fitting that a team which has built its ethos on the back of the kind of football you expect to see in backyard mud bowls would be going punch-for-punch in the pouring rain.
Stanford football 2015: Calamity in Second City [or, Stanford 28:08, Northwestern 31:52]
