I spent a lot of time thinking about the 1993 Independence Bowl this past week.  Not really thinking about the details, because 22 years later I've forgotten most of them, but thinking about where I was as a person and a fan, and what the game meant â€Ļ versus what this game meant.

I have to admit that I have very little interest in re-watching this game, and I mostly didn't. Since Frank announced his retirement on Nov. 1st, I haven't felt like analyzing the games in detail. I don't even feel like re-watching them, because I knew all along, come the end of the season, a big RESET button was going to be pushed on the program.