INDIANAPOLIS – So here is what history looked like, on a Friday night when Bishop Luers wore it the way an Arctic explorer wears multiple layers:

It looked like Tyvel Jemison fleeing up a sideline or through a narrow seam of daylight, the number 1 on his back growing smaller and smaller, only a dwindling cloud of dust missing from what would otherwise have been the quintessential Wile E. Coyote/Road Runner tableau.

It looked like Jaylon Smith weaving through great gobs of daylight like a man taking the scenic route along the coast. Looked like Nick Morken, butting his head against a wall of Evansville Mater Dei maroon-and-gold, then butting through it and into the clear for a touchdown. Looked like Michael Rogers, who scored twice but actually got into the end zone four times, two of his scores being made to disappear by a hold and a shaky out-of-bounds call.

It looked, down there at the end, like Matt Lindsay, showing up on the big screen with 1:23 to go in the Class 2A state championship game and Bishop Luers on the heavy end of 41-17 against Mater Dei. Something like a smile, or the ghost of a smile, crept out from behind his game face. When it did, a chant started up among the Luers faithful, all that red and black that seems always to decorate one side of Lucas Oil Stadium on this particular weekend.

“Co-ach Lind-say! Coa-ch Lind-say!”

What history looked like, this night. What it sounded like.

“So do the numbers become a little overwhelming at times?” Lindsay was asked a few minutes later, as the Knights lined up on the Lucas Oil carpet to accept their blue ribbons.

Self-effacing as ever, Lindsay wasn’t going there without a fight.

“What numbers?” he asked.

Um, uh, the 14 state finals appearances, Coach. The school-record three straight state titles. The state-record tying 10 state championships and nine for Lindsay himself. History piling on after the whistle, layer upon layer upon layer.

“I guess I’m used it because I’ve been here so long and we have a tradition of winning,” Lindsay said. “But when you step back and think about it, it’s pretty impressive.”

Rarely more so than Friday night, which opened with James Knapke going deep to Channing Williams to set up Smith’s first touchdown, and never got any better for poor Mater Dei (13-2). The Knights (13-1) were simply faster, stronger and more athletic in every phase, and so the game ran along on a predictable track: Four- and five-play scoring drives, big plays on offense and defense, a thorough beat-down made even worse by the realization that three Luers scores were called back.

Ten penalties for 121 yards, on Luers’ side. And still the Knights won by 24.

So history looked like that, too.

And like the smile that lit up senior Jordan Starks’ face. And like 5-foot-6, 140-pound Mike Reed lifting 5-7, 151-pound Diontez Williams off the ground in a jubilant bearhug. And like Logan Dorman, walking aimlessly on the carpet in the seconds after the clock chimed zero, chewing on his mouthguard and grinning loopily at the same time.

Finally they all got lined up and shook hands with the Mater Dei players, and here was Jaylon Smith, adding one more layer to posterity’s pile.

“We want to make history,” he said, forgetting they already had. “Next year we’ll be going for four straight. We’re not satisfied.”

History be warned.