After the utter thrashing we took on Saturday I would be lying if I said I still wasn't hurting. There was so much riding on that game (much more than a mere mythical BCS National Title); truly a chance at immortality. Not only did we lose but we never showed up, and more than anything that hurts the most. However, I have found comfort in the words of a past American legend, Theodore Roosevelt:
"Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat."
While Saturday's sadness is something I will never forget, the memory of this senior class (and most notably their leader Tim Tebow) will be a guiding example of how to live as a lion. Sure there were losses, but you can never know the true sweetness of victory without having tasted the bitterness of defeat.