Well, my brain said WVU by a few scores, but my heart said Virginia Tech. Guess I got exactly what I deserved. On the other hand, I think I figured out why I’ve had so many relationship disasters over the years. So, I’ve got that going for me, which is nice.
My pre-schooler got bloodwork done a while back. I held him on my lap and let him watch cartoons to keep him occupied. When the nurses popped the needle in, he asked, “Why are they hurting me?”
About the time that third quarter rolled around, I really understood what that little guy had gone through. That first half had me on edge—for whatever reason, I don’t think I’ve been that into a game for a few years now. And then it fell apart. The Kool-Aid is out of my system, replaced by bottom-shelf, plastic-jug vodka.
Let’s double-down and look at a painful play from last year. Watch Johnny Jordan at center and Kaden Moore at right guard:
Last week I made a crack about the old “one block away” Beamerism. Turns out, I was wrong: it’s more like “two or three blocks and a broken tackle away.”
I don’t think these guys are suddenly much weaker, or that their competition is so much better than last year’s. And even if either of these were true, it doesn’t explain the frequent instances of rushers allowed through unblocked. This isn’t an o-line full of future hall-of-famers, but it isn’t as bad as we’ve seen, either. Tech’s blockers are unfocused and losing control of their intensity, and their recognition and technique are failing as a result.
In Appreciation of Blocking
Blocking might look like the most Cro-Magnon thing this side of Russian slap contests…
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