Soft as an overripe banana and it carries over. This offense really should’ve been a fully functioning Death Star… and Day’s supposed to be/I guess was at some point an offensive stud… and still we get beat again by some hobo Ewoks.
Howard was under-used. He should’ve been a bigger Barrett who could actually sling it a little. The first actual dual threat we’d had since Fields. Nope.
Lauded as America’s best backfield, Judkins and Henderson were under-used. They should each have been well over 1K yds and we should’ve seen breakaway runs from Henderson like his freshman year. This duo should’ve been a faster, better version USC’s Bush and White. Instead, we got… Meh. For all the yapping about Kelly being a rushing attack genius, we got, yep, Meh or worse.
Our receivers were criminally under-used. Egbuka should’ve been a 1st or 2nd team AA and all but disappeared; I’m sure not by his choice or lack of effort. Tate was given a few chances and rose to the occasion, but didn’t get more of a chance than that. Smith overachieved just because he’s a freak of nature and why we almost deliberately avoided throwing to him at the end of the season will never sit right with me.
And then he says, after shitting the bed again and causing us to fail at two of the goals we all had carved in stone and heard him yap about every week, that the goal all along was to make the playoff and then goes on about NFL wild card teams getting hot in the playoffs. How many wild card teams have won the Souper Bowl? SIX! Six since 1970. Even making that analogy is just stupid.
The goal wasn’t to back into the playoffs after being clowned by tcun and missing the B1G championship game. To even suggest that just proves my initial premise. I’d rather hear you say what we all know, that we fucked around and are lucky to even have a playoff home game and we’re going to take advantage of that and ball out like we should’ve all year.
He better unleash the hell that we know is in the WHAC and shave that fucking beard. As Steve19 referenced, it all started to go to shit when he decided that he had to prove he was a tough guy and grew the beard.