There are moments in sports that feel bigger than the sport itself. Moments that stop you in your tracks and make you take inventory of how long you’ve been here and how little you ever expected in return.
Indiana football is playing for a national championship.
I still pause when I say that. Not because I don’t believe it, but because my brain hasn’t fully caught up yet. It still feels like a sentence that belongs to someone else.
I’ve been an IU fan for as long as I can remember. Not the loud kind. Not the kind who planned weekends around games or traveled for them. I supported them from afar. From couches and living rooms. From box scores in the paper that rarely surprised you and seasons that taught you not to invest too much emotionally.
That’s part of the deal when you grow up an IU football fan. You don’t grow up with expectations. You grow up with patience. You learn to hope carefully. You learn to celebrate effort. You learn to love something without ever assuming it will love you back.
And yet, you stay.
For twenty years, IU wasn’t just my team. It was my workplace. My professional home. I spent two decades as part of the institution, proud of the people, proud of the mission, proud of what IU stood for. Football was part of the fabric, but it was never the point. You supported it because it mattered, not because it promised anything in return.
You made peace with that. Then this happened. And it happened fast. Not gradually. Not over time. Not “somewhere along the way.” Just like that.
Most of the years leading up to this were exactly what IU football had always been. Losing seasons. Forgettable records. A program that felt stuck while the rest of college football sped past it. And then one hire changed everything. Immediately. Wins showed up right away. Confidence showed up right away. Relevance followed right behind.
There was no easing into it. One fall, Indiana football was something you quietly defended. The next, it was something the entire country had to take seriously.
That’s what makes this whole thing feel so disorienting.
People like me aren’t built for sudden success. We’re conditioned to wait for the catch. To assume the bottom will fall out. To enjoy things with one eye already bracing for the reminder of who we’re supposed to be. But it hasn’t come.
Instead, this team just keeps winning. Calmly. Confidently. Like it belongs. And that might be the strangest part of all.
I keep thinking about the little kid version of myself. The one who loved the colors before he understood the history. The one who learned loyalty long before disappointment explained itself. That kid is still here, sitting next to me, trying to reconcile decades of conditioning with what’s actually happening on the screen. But now there are two more kids in the room.
My daughter, taking it all in with some level of curiosity and excitement, feeling the energy even if she doesn’t fully get it yet. And my son, who absolutely loves anything IU related. To him, none of this is surprising. This is normal. This is what IU football looks like. He doesn’t carry the scars. He doesn’t know the jokes. He just knows his team wins and that they’re playing for a title and I’m trying to slow myself down long enough to appreciate that.
Because this moment isn’t just about finally getting something after years of quiet loyalty. It’s about getting to experience it with my kids, in real time. Not as a lesson in patience or heartbreak, but as joy. As pride. As possibility.
That feels rare.
No matter what happens next, this season has already changed something permanent. The ceiling moved. The story shifted. Indiana football is no longer something you explain or defend. It simply is.
We didn’t expect this. We didn’t demand it. We just stayed.
And now, suddenly and unbelievably, we get to share something we never thought we’d see at all.
That’s why this matters.
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