With Adam Dingwell mopping up in garbage time of the Aztecs’ 52-14 nut punching of Hawaii, CBS Sports Network zoomed in on a triumphant Ryan Katz on the sideline. For some inexplicable reason, this caused color commentator Todd Christensen to turn into a 13-year-old girl talking on a pink Hannah Montana phone.

“Handsome kid, isn’t he?” the former American Gladiators poet laureate gushed to no one in particular.

I mention this bit of unsettling banter because it was probably the only real negative to come out of this game. But while the thought of a moustachioed BYU Cougar ogling our starting quarterback will probably give me the creeps for a while, pretty much everything else that happened tonight was a breath of fresh air after two straight demoralizing losses.

Behind Katz’s five touchdowns (three rushing) and ravishing good looks (apparently), SDSU racked up its most points since Kevin O’Connell gave Jerry Glanville an atomic wedgie during the 2007 Sky Show game.

I must admit, I continue to be surprised by Katz’s running ability; sure I expected him to move a little better than Ryan Lindley, but so do tree sloths. I definitely wasn’t expecting him to morph into a pet-friendly Michael Vick.

And the defense even showed up tonight, too. After three weeks of being mercilessly shredded, they actually looked pretty stout, giving up only one long touchdown drive and actually putting pressure on the quarterback at times.

Shit, special teams also forced a fumble and Chance Marden even nailed a moderately long field goal.

OMG the Aztecs are AWESOME! B-C-S! B-C-S!

Naturally, there’s the caveat: Hawaii is a truly wretched football team. Like, heinously putrid. So since they make everyone look this good, all those positive developments don’t mean a whole hell of a lot.

Though I’ll add this caveat to the caveat: This is still the MWC. Colorado State, UNLV, Wyoming, and possibly even Air Force are looking pretty damn putrid right now, too. If the Aztecs can keep doing this to putrid teams, they may yet find themselves in a putrid bowl game come December.

OK, OK — enough putrid football talk. I know what you came here for.