The Big Ten has a lot going for it. It has the sport’s richest TV contract. It has three teams in the top 10. It is the sport’s chief exporter of cheese, beef and punts. What is often missing from Big Ten games, however, is drama.
It’s not that the Big Ten doesn’t have good games, necessarily. It’s just the drama often feels more “Masterpiece Theater” than “Alien vs. Predator” — a slow burn built upon subtle character studies and power run games. Like a 20-year cheddar, it’s made for refined tastes.
But every so often, the Big Ten offers a surprise. We’ll spend a Saturday wallowing in another defensive stalemate, poised to invest in one of those eye-opening contraptions from “A Clockwork Orange” just to stay awake, and then suddenly Indiana-Penn State becomes something utterly unexpected, like Bret Bielema taking off his hoodie to reveal a giant tattoo of Barry Alvarez astride a unicorn with lightning bolts shooting from his eyes. It’s surprising, disturbing and strangely beautiful.
On Saturday, the Big Ten delivered not just one of those unexpected classics, but two.
No. 2 Indiana was on the brink of disaster until Fernando Mendoza took the Hoosiers on another trip down the field for a game winner.
No. 9 Oregon toyed with becoming the latest victim of Kirk Ferentz’s uncanny ability to drag every offense in the country into a vat of quicksand until Dante Moore chipped away at Iowa’s blockade to set up a game-winning kick.
Each game turned in the final minutes, only to reverse course and deliver another shocking twist.
Saturday, the Big Ten was the savior of a lackluster Week 11 slate, as two of its best teams peered into the abyss and, seeing only the horrifying visage of Purdue Pete, pulled back from the brink to salvage playoff hopes and deliver enough adrenaline to increase the average Iowa fan’s health insurance premiums.
There had been little happiness in Happy Valley of late. Penn State had lost five straight entering Saturday’s game with Indiana. It had fired its coach. The seasonal flavors at Berkey Creamery were just OK. Before halftime, a contingent of bros had already removed their shirts, a sure sign of desperation in trying times.
But as Penn State roared back from a 20-7 third-quarter deficit to breathe life into a now raucous crowd, all the demons of the 2025 season felt as if they might be exorcised, and the Nittany Lions might do something that had long felt impossible by knocking off a top-five team. Nicholas Singleton’s 19-yard touchdown grab with 6:27 to go put Penn State up by four, and by the time Indiana got the ball with 1:51 to play, there was almost an air of certainty that the tide had finally turned for the Nittany Lions.
But if the powers that be can take Penn State away from James Franklin, they can’t take the James Franklin out of Penn State, and a win over a top-five team would not come so easily. The Big Ten, after all, isn’t like the grand opening of a Bass Pro Shop. There are rules here, and one of them is that Penn State cannot have nice things.
Mendoza completed passes of 22, 12, 29 and 17, dashing through the Penn State defense like it was security at the Louvre, ultimately delivering a 7-yard touchdown throw to Omar Cooper Jr. in the back of the end zone. Cooper’s grab, which warrants strong consideration for catch of the year, saved the Hoosiers from humiliation, silenced the Penn State crowd, kept Indiana on course for a trip to the Big Ten championship and got Gus Johnson dropped from his health insurance coverage.
Meanwhile, Oregon arrived in Iowa to find weather that could best be described as a circle of hell that Dante’s editors cut from his rough draft, deeming it “too on the nose,” and a Hawkeyes defense that was equally as unpleasant.
Iowa did what it does best. It ran the ball 43 times for a meager 101 yards. It stymied Moore, who entered the final drive of the game having thrown for just 65 yards. The Ducks were stifled deep in Iowa territory again and again.
What couldn’t have been anticipated was a late Iowa touchdown drive of 93 yards on 12 plays, forcing grizzled old Hawkeyes fans to turn to their grandchildren and mutter, “These eyes have never seen such beauty.” Given that the sun had already been blotted, this constituted an uncomfortable number of signs of an impending apocalypse being checked off the list.
But Oregon wasn’t going to go down that easily. Moore dinked and dunked his way down the field, driving to the Iowa 21 before stalling. Oregon sent in kicker Atticus Sappington, who put on hold his quest to regain his rightful title as the 3rd Earl of Huntingdon, to attempt the game winner. Sappington used his cravat, wiped a smudge off his monocle, gently tapped his pipe on his arm chair, then strode onto the field to boot a 39-yard field goal to secure an 18-16 win.
Ultimately, the Big Ten’s drama did little more than restore order on what might’ve been a day of utter chaos, leading the ACC to quizzically ask, “Wait, you can do that?” The twists and turns still left us in the same place we started, with three teams from the league all but assured a place in the College Football Playoff. It was a Saturday that still saw another Ohio State blowout, a Wisconsin win over Washington that was only slightly more palatable than performing your own appendectomy, and a Rutgers-Maryland matchup that will be used by the CIA to extract information from suspected spies in the future. They can’t all be winners.
But for one Saturday, at least, the Big Ten was the center of the college football universe, the lone purveyor of suspense on a day that desperately needed a dose of excitement.
And if the outcome of all that drama amounts only to further assurances that the Hoosiers and Ducks are playoff bound, let’s just hope they haven’t used up all their magic already.
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