There was always such a weird sense with Travis that he was too good to be true... he was too good to be so overlooked... he was too humble... he was too likable... he was too electric. His presence broke every narrative and stigma about FSU. He was so spectacular, and yet no matter what he did, the national conversation never seemed to fully include him... as if he was just a figment of our imaginations. In a darkly poetic way, he faded away from the stadium into the night, leaving us all to confront what he did and what he meant for that team and this city and this sport. He left with the team he built in a hole, left to fend for themselves, and to find an identity without him in it. His team responded with fury and rage and a new mandate to play as he had played. The torch didn't pass to one man but to an entire roster. He gave every last ounce to the game, and now it is up to his teammates, coaches, and his community to bring his proof of concept to life: that FSU is a program... not a player. Thank you @jordantrav13