I couldn't watch the game. No, not that I was nervous or anything; OK, a little.
But 4 a.m. comes mighty early to do a morning show. So, after watching the first 10 or so minutes, off I trotted to my pillow.
I woke up this morning full of hope.
Would my mighty Ball State Cardinals finally pull off a bowl win? Alas, not.
It was a crazy and heartbreaking evening for my alma mater's football team.