I predicted 42-14. It was 47-10. My bad. I'm still cautious but now it has nothing to do with IU but the fact that, in my lifetime, I've never seen an IU football team like this. How do I act? I find myself feeling like a hiker in the woods and night has fallen, hoping you don't step off a cliff, that the other shoe doesn't drop, that you don't discover where the chickens have come to roost. You can't discount the remaining games (even if Purdue is sucking) but 12-0? Why the hell not. I may grow hair, win the lottery or take a beautiful Colombian bride. Seems all manner of miracles are possible.