Some lint-brain -- and I won't bother looking up which lint-brain, because they're all of a piece these days -- accused Curt Cignetti's Indiana football program of playing dirty.
Said the Hoo-Hoo-Hoo-Hoosiers were cheating. Didn't offer a shred of evidence, because you don't have to on the interwhatsis, but said only that they surely MUST be cheating because they're Indiana and Indiana could not possibly have gotten this good at football without a crib sheet.
Indiana football being accused of cheating.
Does that not signal Coach Cig and the guys truly have hit the big time?
After all, back when Lee Corso was driving a double-decker London bus into Memorial Stadium just to get people to pay attention for a nanosecond, no one would have dreamed of accusing Indiana football of cheating. If the Hoosiers were, they were incredibly bad at it, because Indiana football was incredibly bad. Historically so.
But then Coach Cig showed up, and now the Hoo-Hoo-Hoo-Hoosiers are 26-2 under his hand and playing for a national championship Monday night. This has broken the brains of the college football cognescenti, elitist snobs that they are. How dare the riffraff track mud all over the realm of the Alabamas and Georgias and Texases et al! Why, next they'll be letting one of the Ivies in here!
So, yes, Indiana must be cheating. This, of course, ignores the fact that what used to be cheating is just Bidness As Usual now. The NIL and transfer portal have neatly laundered it.
But logic flees when the status quo is threatened, so Cignetti's as crooked as Al Capone. Or his team's only good because its players are all, like, 30 years old. Or it's only good because its made a mockery of the new reality, simply renting an entirely new team every season while everyone else Respects The Process.
Meanwhile, Miami will trot out a sixth-year transfer from Georgia (Carson Beck) at quarterback Monday night.
Damn cheaters.
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