by Kent Sterling
It’s been awhile – a long while – since Indiana University students and alums got themselves all wrapped up in the fortunes of their football team.
There was a brief time after Terry Hoeppner was hired when the magnetism of his personality compelled optimism, but his illness and tragic death gave fans the feeling that success was impossible for the losingest program in college football history. Winning appeared to be unattainable, impractical, and out of the question.
When athletic director Fred Glass introduced Kevin Wilson as the latest candidate for career ruin as the architect of another brief era of misery, fans and media were conflicted. He seemed equal parts angry, determined, and impatient. At the time, I thought he was going to either self-destruct or succumb to the sheer weight of the difficult terrain ahead.
There was a thin sliver of hope that Wilson possessed the intestinal fortitude for the relentless work needed to build the brand of Indiana Football beyond being known as the last choice for football players to continue their careers as a member of one of the teams in the Big Five conference.