You don’t need me to tell you what this game means. There are rivalries in sports, and then there is this one. This isn’t Steelers-Ravens, or Yankees-Red Sox, or even the Red River Shootout, this is a game that has ended after less than 40 minutes because the teams fought, that in 2009 was a 50 minute rolling testament to genuine dislike, a game that had to be moved off campus for a time because of the potential for sectarian violence as if Cincinnati were, briefly, Belfast in the 1970s. This game has given us the grace of Pete Gillen being tested, Bob Huggins solidifying his snarling reputation, and a sniveling Mick Cronin ascending to the heights of misplaced sanctimony.
Setting the stage for the Shootout
