"It's hard," James Conner was fairly whispering, followed by the most uncomfortable of pauses. "We wanted to win. We wanted this."
If I didn't know better, I'd swear the big man had to gulp to collect himself.
Yeah, it's hard, all right. It's hard to see someone like Conner lay it all on the line, level defenders left and right, run for 263 yards and three touchdowns, then forced to sit there and talk about losing as if somehow he'd done something wrong.
Double overtime.
Because you can run and run and run, but it will all feel like a treadmill so long as those in charge of the University of Pittsburgh's once-proud football program keep running scared.
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