The massive army of orcs, trolls, and other evil, disfigured minions, all clad in crimson, advance on the Orange position. At every point they overwhelm their defenses, subjecting them to defeat after painful, humiliating defeat. All seems lost. Even the Orange commander has left his position to scamper back to Bag End.
Then, out of the ashes of despair and the ruins of certain defeat, a light suddenly shines from the heavens, a figure clad in white crests the hill, his staff pointed at the vast armies of darkness.
You will not pass!! thunders the voice of the One the Vols have been waiting for, hoping for, longing for during their countless defeats and setbacks. The crimson minions shade their eyes and scream in agonized despair, their leader, Saban, cursing loudly. They know the battle is over. They will not feed on orange today.
Though they have only known defeat, at his very presence Gruden inspires the kind of hope, confidence, experience and knowledge that is able to snatch victory from the jaws of certain defeat, and that is exactly what he does. He rallies his troops, recruits reinforcements, then leads the battered Orange to long-awaited, sweet victory over the Crimson hordes and their leader, sending them packing, tails between their legs, back to Mordaloosa.
That's my Gruden fantasy - what's yours?
