That’s Vikings football. Never boring, rarely logical, always exhausting. The highs, the lows, the quarterback merry-go-round, the running game that doesn’t exist, the offensive line held together with medical tape — it’s the same play, different actors.
Either way, this is the game that sticks. Years from now, when Koi Perich plays on Sundays or is just another cautionary tale of “what could have been,” folks will point back to the Horseshoe and say that was the night we first knew.
The Bulldogs are at a crossroads. They’ve been wandering for three years, and people are wondering if the program has lost its edge. This roster says it hasn’t. But if they can’t prove it against Alaska Fairbanks, then what’s the point?