might as well get it over with
Forgive my lack of cohesion and any lapses into inane profanity as I go off the cuff here, but damn, there's no way it should have ended like that, that was a good season and a good group of guys, there's no damn way it should have gone down like that. Brian talked about filing away and writing off Michigan's season, to now on be referred to as, well at least it wasn't like 2005, and shit, we shouldn't have to do that for this season, there was too much good in it, but I don't think i'll ever be able to look back on tonight.
A 28-0 hole, 3 turnovers lost and several other fumbles, no take aways, and a complete damn inability to make a single adjustment to the only single offensive play in their entire damn arsenal for 60 damn minutes. Shit. For all that, all we had to do was get them off the field one more time in the second half, but, backed up 3rd and 10 on their own 4 and they can pull out a damn quarterback draw for 16 yards, as if it were going to be any other damn play, i mean, did they throw more than twice in the whole second half, i'm saying no. And then, to top it all off, we put 3 guys on the line to their 6 blockers, and i scream for the end of the world from section 138, dear god watch the fake, it's coming, and then they end my season on a fake fucking punt.
Shock was too good of a guy and too good of a player to watch his chance to come out and play hero in the Sugar Bowl float away into the damn ether while the defense couldn't stop two freshman from running 4 variations on 1 play for first down after first down after first down, and then the punt, my god. It shouldn't have ended this way.
I mean, I could say more, break down the issues, lament the absence of Anderson and the fact that Blue got run by like he was standing in concrete, but who cares, it's all over. I will now go eviscerate myself with the rusty garden shears and then set my remains on fire. I hope you'll excuse my absence for the next couple of days.
A 28-0 hole, 3 turnovers lost and several other fumbles, no take aways, and a complete damn inability to make a single adjustment to the only single offensive play in their entire damn arsenal for 60 damn minutes. Shit. For all that, all we had to do was get them off the field one more time in the second half, but, backed up 3rd and 10 on their own 4 and they can pull out a damn quarterback draw for 16 yards, as if it were going to be any other damn play, i mean, did they throw more than twice in the whole second half, i'm saying no. And then, to top it all off, we put 3 guys on the line to their 6 blockers, and i scream for the end of the world from section 138, dear god watch the fake, it's coming, and then they end my season on a fake fucking punt.
Shock was too good of a guy and too good of a player to watch his chance to come out and play hero in the Sugar Bowl float away into the damn ether while the defense couldn't stop two freshman from running 4 variations on 1 play for first down after first down after first down, and then the punt, my god. It shouldn't have ended this way.
I mean, I could say more, break down the issues, lament the absence of Anderson and the fact that Blue got run by like he was standing in concrete, but who cares, it's all over. I will now go eviscerate myself with the rusty garden shears and then set my remains on fire. I hope you'll excuse my absence for the next couple of days.
posted by The Drizzle at 2:12 AM
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I'm glad (well, at least vindicated. There's no reason to be happy about this) that you mentioned Blue, because he's been suffering from Thomas Davis Syndrome. The moment people on ESPN and whatnot started noticing what a big hitter Davis was, he just tried to do that all the time instead of doing things that safeties are supposed to. Like, making sure we don't get beat deep. Same thing with Blue.
If I had a nickel for every time a Georgia defender raced at top speed toward a WVU ball carrier who was running toward him at top speed, only to barely graze the ball carrier's shoulder pads as the two blew by each other at a closing speed of approximately Mach 2.5, I would've had enough money to buy a new car to drive back from Atlanta. And sadly, Blue, for as many brain-stem-pureeing hits as he's made, has been kind of the poster child for the whole spend-more-energy-trying-to-make-a-highlight-reel-decleater-hit-than-actually-trying-to-wrap-up-the-ball-carrier-and-take-him-down tackling "technique."
Oh, well, no use pissing and moaning about it now. But I did think a guy like Shockley deserved to go out better than that.
All so true and now you guys have motivated me to expand more on the issues at hand later today. God knows I don't want to visit this too much, but it's probably healthiest to say what we have to say.
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