The clock has slowly churned minute-by-minute, with each jolt of movement from it's little hand bringing us closer to this day, the last in what some could call the longest week of the off season.
From firings to hirings, commitments to de-commitments, and excitement to letdown, it's all led up to this.
After tomorrow, there will be no more shroud of secrecy hanging over this team we vicariously live and die with week-to-week.
The entire world will be watching along with us as the ESPN cameras glide down wires, broadcasting college football's version of David versus Goliath. The odds are against us like they've never been before.
As Joe alluded to earlier in the week, others can believe we're stubborn for thinking there's any chance Beamer's boys can pull this game out, but god damn they can't deny that we epitomize the beauty of college football. Even though we realize that we've fallen short time and time again in situations like this, we will and will always be Virginia Tech.
Although I haven't left Blacksburg yet, I'm already prepared to triumphantly walk the streets in my #BeatBama shirt that fits me almost as tight as a Jesse Palmer shirt, strolling amongst a whirlwind of booze, dragons, and tides. I'm going to heartily laugh at Uncle Kracker, and then I'm going to march my drunk ass to the Georgia Dome with the one goal I have in mind every time I enter Lane Stadium.
In the past 10 years, I haven't left a single VT game with my voice fully intact.
That's my personal interpretation of Ut Prosim for the boys on the field doing their best to put on for OUR Polytechnic Institute and State University.
Let's show those fair weather sons of bitches from Tuscaloosa how to root for a football team.