Ivy League football is a 10-week hike. The players trudge beneath hot sun and cold rain. They trek through fields of mud and shrapnel-like turf pellets. They wear sweaty jerseys and knee braces. They carry each other.
Murphy is tired of fielding questions about the quality of his football team.
There are times, especially on cold Friday nights, when the whole exercise of football feels insignificant.
As far as football goes, hardly anything of note happened after 9:50 remained in the third quarter of Saturday’s matchup between Harvard and Brown.