Basically, I don't care what Tom Osborne decides. I don't care how the university decides to honor him. I don't care if he runs from the tunnel, is carried off the field on the shoulders of the team, is given the game ball, is honored at halftime....
I don't care.
All I know is this:
There will be a time, Saturday, when I, a fan, get to salute Tom Osborne. I'll get to applaud, or cheer, or whoop, or whatever.
Know this. At that time - whenever it is - I'll be making more noise than I've made in any of the past 20 years. I'll be putting all my pride, all my respect, all my love for who this man is and what he's done over the course of 500 games into that minute, that five minutes, that period of time I'm given to show him that he made a difference. He didn't dedicate his life to a team, a program or a state that doesn't appreciate him.
If I have a voice left after that, I'll be surprised. I plan on blowing out the vocal chords like I've never done before at that time.
It may be silly. But it's the least I can do. The very least.