The Big Ten woke up in a different world yesterday morning.
In this new world, Midwestern football players are no longer lethargic and plodding, but powerful and strong. They no longer live in a storied past, but in a promising future.
Joe Paterno isn't a fossil, and Jim Tressel isn't just a tired disciple of Woody Hayes. They are the keepers of the flame in a proud conference in one of the nation's most populous regions, not a couple of poor schleps trying to keep up appearances while the best players move to the sunny, speedy South.
It really is amazing what a few wins can do for the region's collective psyche. They can't reopen steel plants, or sprout palm trees on the shores of Lake Erie, but they can temper the impression that the Midwest is about to board up its windows and close it doors. The population center of the nation has been moving south and west for a while now, and this junk about the demise of Big Ten football seemed to fit right in with the impression of a region that couldn't keep up with the times.