I attended high school in southern Ohio, on the northeast side of Cincinnati. We lived in a community that was upper middle class. Our high school was good at the sports you'd expect us to be good at; swimming, tennis, water polo ... you get the point. 

We were mediocre, at best, at football. We were so bad for a couple of years that, when we won a game, the football team would print t-shirts to commmemorate the victory.

With that ... I give you this.

Miami, once the juggernaut of the college football world, has stooped to memorializing a play that shouldn't have been against Duke (not, what I would call, a perennial powerhouse).

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.