Final game notes.
Nothing ever changes. Early in the game, the going is easy and we make it look easy.
Then we get a two-score lead . . . and one bad thing happens . . . and the urine starts flowing.
Up 14-3 in the first half, our defense gives up an easy peezy TD.
Okay, 14-10 . . . we mount a drive. We turn it over at the 11 on a questionable call.
All downhill for the rest of the half. We actually trail at halftime.
Once again, we can’t finish (halves or games).
Second half. The offense clicks, we get a turnover, and the offense clicks again.
28-17
Okay, feeling good. We survived the storm.
Then our brilliant coach pulls his gun out of his holster, and blasts the teams’ foot off with a moronic on-side kick call.
It is so moronic that it defies description.
WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?
I HATE the call even if it might have worked. We already had ALL the momentum. Don’t let an undermanned team—and yes they were undermanned—back into the game.
Scott Frost talks all year about decision making. Controlling turnovers. Trusting the system. Blah, blah, blah.
But on the big stage, once again . . . he just . . . HAD TO GET CUTE.
It was itching at him. What cute thing can I do to convince the college football world . . . THAT I AM A GENIUS? That I am the world’s smartest man? That I am God’s gift to coaching?
This is all on you coach. All on you. I’m not defending you anymore.
I still can’t believe he did it. Twenty years from now, I still won’t believe he did it.
Just like I STILL can’t believe LeKevin Smith fumbled the ball back to Texas Tech. I still can’t believe Tommy Armstrong threw that pass against Illinois. That Kunalic missed the football with his foot kicking off to Texas.
Surely, Scott Frost didn’t do that. Aliens must have landed and used a time distortion ray gun to make us all think that Scott Frost did that. But surely our 50 million dollar coach wouldn’t have done something that inexplicably STUPID.
Our season is over even before the season starts.
Can we please stop trying to play in foreign countries and JUST PLAY FOOTBALL? Stop with the gimmicks. Stop with exploiting Nebraska fans. Just STOP.
Of course, after the on-side debacle . . . our entire team shuts down.
No more points. We were lucky to get any first downs at all.
Dropped passes. Our QB suddenly can’t hit the broad side of a barn. Our LT stares inside and allows a pass rusher to run right by him untouched. The announcer asked, “why should he look outside?”
Seriously? Oh how about . . . “because as a tackle . . . it is his JOB!”
Our punter actually gave us one last hope with a great kick in the end.
Here is how the script goes if you are a Nebraska fan. There is about 5 minutes or so and we have all our timeouts. A good defensive stop gives us one last chance to regain our composure (which has completely evaporated) and perhaps our new QB can lead us to victory.
Or . . .
Our defense can give up first down after first down after first down and the other team salts the clock in spite of the fact that our defense KNOWS exactly what they are doing.
Or . . .
“What would Nebraska do?” a fan outside of Nebraska might ask.
Well, given that we play JUST WELL ENOUGH TO LOSE . . .
So, how about we give up first down after first down after first down and THEN . . . when one more easy peezy cake-walk first down will seal the deal . . . then and only then does our defense step up.
And we get the ball with no timeouts on the 3 . . . not near the 50 . . . but at our 3 friggin’ yard line.
Good luck kid (Thompson). The defense really had your back there.
Tremendous effort by Palmer on first down and hey, maybe . . . maybe . . .
But then a laser pass over the middle hits one of our receivers in the vulnerable spot—his hands—and the ball flips up in the air where the entire defense is waiting for the ball to come down. They actually had time to flip a coin to decide who wanted it.
The ugly truth for Nebraska fans isn’t rather we had more talent or they had more talent—that debate I’m sure will range far and wide.
Who cares?
Who wanted it more?
Ouch.
That wasn’t even close.
Who could close and who couldn’t.
Ouch.
Once again, not even close.
Some people ask how you can go 3-9 last year looking at the numbers?
When you can’t finish the first half and follow that up with falling apart late in the second half . . . you won’t win many games.
Our three wins last year were all but over by halftime.
So . . . where do we go from here? I actually like our staff. It is our Head Coach I have problems with.
Now our guys get on an airplane.
Did I mention how much I love gimmicks?
They get to board an airplane and think about what they left on the field in Ireland for 8 hours or so. Then they get to fight more jetlag to try and beat an uninspiring opponent next week.
I love gimmicks. Did I mention that?
Can Frost save his job?
Sure, anything is possible.
Will he?
Stay tuned. The wolves are howling louder than ever.
Maybe next week, we can practice our on-side kicks. It was such a brilliant strategy, I’m sure will want to do it again and again and again.
It’s gonna be a lonnnnnnnnnggggggg season.
Take care all.