I watched the last quarter of the Tulane-Houston game last night. Enjoyed that about as much as I've enjoyed any game in quite a while.
The Tulane Blue Wave (yes, they were wearing blue uniforms that looked like North Carolina) beat the Houston Cougars in a most entertaining way on the same night the city of Houston was being deluged by actual rain-induced waves of water. That was oddly interesting to start.
But let's pick up the action late in the fourth quarter.
With 6:10 left, the Tulaners complete an improbable comeback from a 28-7 second quarter deficit, sneaking a field goal over just over the upright to take a 31-28 lead.
Houston gets the ball back and commences a clock mauling drive, eventually grinding inside the Tulane 5. They got help with a ridiculous roughness call to keep the drive alive. THREE referees standing right on top of the play do nothing but some dude from halfway across the field calls it. The drive dies on a quality stop at the four and with 21 seconds left Houston ties it up with a short field goal.
Tulane fields the squib kick and kneels at their own 29 with like 18 seconds left. The Waves line up in victory formation, seemingly intent to take a knee and go into overtime. But wait! It's a trap! One of the backs actually takes the ball and hauls butt around the end, going out of bounds near midfield with less than ten seconds left. On the next snap, the Tulane QB launches a ball down field. It lands in the arms of a Wave receiver as a trio of Cougar defenders carom off each other. Into the endzone with three seconds left goes the Wave receiver. Game.
I don't like Tulane necessarily and I don't hate Houston. I just didn't much care and it was enjoyable to watch one team celebrate like that.