If last week’s game was a visit to the dental surgeon and next Saturday’s game a trip to the proctologist, Penn State’s Homecoming game against Minnesota was a metaphorical flu shot.
Some risk involved, if only a sore arm, but a picnic by comparison to the weeks surrounding it. And perhaps a chance to serve some benefit down the road.
Before one of the larger Beaver Stadium crowds in recent memory, the Nittany Lions broke open what had first appeared to be a close if not fantastically competitive game with an avalanche of second-half touchdowns. The end result meant nothing and it meant everything.
Allow me to elaborate.
