"Why the hell aren't they calling time-out?"

That question was on the lips of the 30,000 Iowa Hawkeye fans at the Capital One Bowl New Year's Day. Iowa, trailing 25-24 to Louisiana State, had the ball, 2nd down and 6 at their own 44, with two times out (correct grammar) remaining, and 14 seconds on the clock, which started counting down with the referee's whistle. 11 seconds. Screaming from the fans. 8 seconds. Iowa quarterback Drew Tate took the shotgun snap and rolled three or four steps to his right. 4 seconds. Tate released a pass down the field as the roughly 70,000 fans in the stadium held their collective breaths. 2 seconds. 1 second. Double zero. Iowa receiver Warren Holloway caught the pass, shed one defender, and ran into the endzone for a game-winning Iowa touchdown. Final score: Iowa 30, LSU 25 Double zero PANDEMONIUM. The Iowa players stormed the field. The drunk guy in front of me nearly killed two people with his high fives and Iowa license plate. I picked up the woman next to me, a complete stranger except for the common bond of Iowa football, in a complete embrace of jubilation. It was the loudest, most exciting time I have ever experienced at a football game. And, thanks to my dad's taping the game, I've relived that moment about fifty times today. It hasn't gotten old yet, and I don't think it ever will.