There is a Big Ten football program that was once a national
power. It was built on the backs of strong, corn-fed Midwestern farm boys
wearing iconic uniforms that practically became their own mascot. When football
changed they changed with it, finding speedy athletes in other parts of the
country to bring into the fold, adopting new styles, and embracing innovation.
Over thirty years they won over two-thirds of their games, boatloads of
conference championships, nearly half a dozen National Championships, some of
the biggest bowls in the game, and never finished lower than 5th in
their conference.
After years of success, their long-tenured coach departed,
taking an assistant role in the athletic department. Most assumed the successor
would pick up where he left off. The decline started almost imperceptibly and
took nearly a decade to pick up steam. Frustration from administration and
alumni, tough questions from what used to be an obedient local media, increasing
surliness by coaches, and suddenly what used to be considered “fluke”
performances became something closer to the norm. After a decade or so, the
fans looked around, realized that it was more trend than phase and started to
wonder aloud what the hell happened.
If you think that sounds a lot like Minnesota football from
the 30s to the 80s, well, you’re close but not quite.