LOS ANGELES — The story of the greatest Indiana football season ever seen begins in a thousand places. A car chugging north out of Bloomington toward Northwest Indiana, in the post-war December cold. A coach’s son, sneaking into West Virginia’s locker room and straining to hear a few words from its soon-to-be-legendary coach. A house full of underpaid assistants, in a small college town at the foot of the Allegheny Mountains, with studs so worn the bathroom floor eventually falls through. A bedroom in Miami, shared between two brothers as competitive as they are talented. Indiana’s last two years are college football’s black swan event. A reversal of fortunes so swift and so powerful we will...
