It's not that he cheated...

It's that he lied about it. That's what women in movies always say about infidelity. And the logic seems pretty flawed. But I'm going to employ it and apply it to my feelings for the game last night - the championship game between Alabama and Texas.

I started to believe, somewhere during the second half, that Garrett Gilbert would, if he left his guts and heart on that field forever staining blood-red the grass in Pasadena, be rewarded. The gods would have to show him favor. The universe should work that way.

So, it's not that we lost but the way it happened that broke my heart. Or, it's not JUST that we lost but that we came so close, against incredible odds and crazy circumstances. If we'd played uninspired, with our without our star starting QB or if the defense had been lackluster and out of sync, maybe it would have been merely disappointing. But that kid was hitting it. And Alabama's offense was struggling. So I started to believe.

I know you can't say what might have happened if... If Colt McCoy didn't get hurt... If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.