It's all over but the bitter recriminations, as FLJhawk emerges from the fray, flying up into the sky, ever higher, the Pac-12 Championship Trophy clenched in his jaws. He blazes like a second sun, far beyond the grasp of his shadowy nemesis tequilaprophet, who curses Louisville for only being able to win twice more. The people of America will sing of this victory one day, as they eat their Wheat Thins. They will look up to the sky, hearts brimming with gratitude, crumbs flying as they proclaim: Hail FLJhawk! Hail FLJhawk! He won by at least 5 points!