Surprised not to see Coach Bo in church this morning. I assumed he'd be prostrating himself at every Mass in Lincoln today, along with quadrupling his tithing and ensuring at least two of his children enroll in the seminary or nunnery, all to pay off the promises he surely made in his hour of greatest need to the Big Guy on that rainy Memorial Stadium field last night. The Lord, being a kind and merciful God though apparently one with a serious Old Testament fury against his child Luke Fickell, came through for Bo, though He, too, sayeth, in wonderment, "You gave up 246 yards in the first half!? Medamn!"