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The last time Utah gave up 54 points to anyone was 1990, the first year of Ron McBride's reign of terror.
If I had woken up this morning with my head sewn to the carpet, I wouldn't have been more surprised than I was with the final score of the BYU game. I expected FSU to give the mighty cougars a game, but Anthony and Cleopatra, that was a butt kicking.
One other important thought about the BYU game: Bronco Mendenhall looked like a Deacon wearing his father's BYU golf shirt. Those sleeves hit him halfway between the elbow and wrist. They looked like something Diana Ross might have worn to the Grammys in the late 70s. I'll bet he could have worn that shirt, quite modestly, as a nightgown. Just thought I would point that out.
In other news, I have found that I'm a real SOB when I watch the Mighty Utes on TV. I consider myself quite refined as a fan when I attend in person. I don't pass gas (loudly, anyway), I don't yell obscenities or make death threats to assistant coaches, I never, ever boo my own team, and I purchase my children the equivalent of the GDP of Costa Rica in refreshments such as Dippin' Dots. However, when I watch the Utes on TV I turn into a real jackass. If you are ever invited to my house to watch the Utes play an away game, I strongly suggest you turn down the invitation.
Props to the Ducks. They tried to give it away like a migrant worker handing out pamphlets on the Las Vegas Strip, but Utah couldn't take it. It seems to me the Ducks have plenty of athletes and they will win more, perhaps even enough to proudly represent the PAC in the Veg. With a first year coach whose name sounds like a golf caddy and a QB who makes Lance Rice look accurate as a thrower, that ain't half bad.
For the Utes, in general, they are currently squeezing two quarters and a nickel out of a dollar bill. I think they can be a lot better, and I think they will be a lot better. "The elements," as Dr. Watson said to Sherlock, "are coming together, sir." Or something like that.
Can anyone explain to me what in the name of Sam Hill Utah was thinking on the decision to go for it at the end of the half? I've thought about it now for pert near 48 hours, and I strenuously object to that decision.
I love that one corner for Oregon. Just a fantastic player. Therefore, I don't know why anyone would attempt to throw a fade in his direction with just one play to go until the end of the half. Anybody have any insight into that choice?
I have, to this point, believed that Terrence Cain can throw the deep ball, but hasn't had receivers that can create separation. I continue to believe that the receivers can't create enough separation, but on the occasions when they do, I'm not convinced Cain can hit them. On the post play in the first half, Jereme Brooks had enough separation to catch the ball, come to a complete stop, execute a quad salchow, pause for a showering of roses from his adoring fans, and fall gracefully into the end zone. Instead, Cain threw a short hop, Brooks couldn't fool the replay official, and no points at all.
I like that Utah continues to take shots down the field, albeit unsuccessfully. I don't know when they will complete one, but I wait with baited breath and a thin layer of perspiration coating both thighs.
Koa Freaking Misi is a beastly sort of man. High quality.
I thought Bob Johnson was all or nothing, and on Saturday it was about 10% to 90%, nothing with the big victory. I really like the guy, and he makes some absolutely breathtaking plays. However, on Saturday, ugh.
So Utah had a chance to win ugly in a tough environment against a team with equal or slightly better talent. Not bad. Not easy to swallow, but not terrible. Hopefully, it provides some lubrication to protect against viscosity and thermal breakdown. Or, to paraphrase Corky St. Clair:
"What the Oregon Ducks did was really... give the Utes a challenge, and it's a challenge that they are going to accept. It's like in the olden days, in the days of France, when men would slap each other with their gloves say, y'know..."D'Artagnan!"... y'know, "how dare you talk to me like that, you!," and smack 'em."
And also, at the end of the half, down two scores in a tough environment, TAKE THE FREAKING POINTS!!!!!!
If I had woken up this morning with my head sewn to the carpet, I wouldn't have been more surprised than I was with the final score of the BYU game. I expected FSU to give the mighty cougars a game, but Anthony and Cleopatra, that was a butt kicking.
One other important thought about the BYU game: Bronco Mendenhall looked like a Deacon wearing his father's BYU golf shirt. Those sleeves hit him halfway between the elbow and wrist. They looked like something Diana Ross might have worn to the Grammys in the late 70s. I'll bet he could have worn that shirt, quite modestly, as a nightgown. Just thought I would point that out.
In other news, I have found that I'm a real SOB when I watch the Mighty Utes on TV. I consider myself quite refined as a fan when I attend in person. I don't pass gas (loudly, anyway), I don't yell obscenities or make death threats to assistant coaches, I never, ever boo my own team, and I purchase my children the equivalent of the GDP of Costa Rica in refreshments such as Dippin' Dots. However, when I watch the Utes on TV I turn into a real jackass. If you are ever invited to my house to watch the Utes play an away game, I strongly suggest you turn down the invitation.
Props to the Ducks. They tried to give it away like a migrant worker handing out pamphlets on the Las Vegas Strip, but Utah couldn't take it. It seems to me the Ducks have plenty of athletes and they will win more, perhaps even enough to proudly represent the PAC in the Veg. With a first year coach whose name sounds like a golf caddy and a QB who makes Lance Rice look accurate as a thrower, that ain't half bad.
For the Utes, in general, they are currently squeezing two quarters and a nickel out of a dollar bill. I think they can be a lot better, and I think they will be a lot better. "The elements," as Dr. Watson said to Sherlock, "are coming together, sir." Or something like that.
Can anyone explain to me what in the name of Sam Hill Utah was thinking on the decision to go for it at the end of the half? I've thought about it now for pert near 48 hours, and I strenuously object to that decision.
I love that one corner for Oregon. Just a fantastic player. Therefore, I don't know why anyone would attempt to throw a fade in his direction with just one play to go until the end of the half. Anybody have any insight into that choice?
I have, to this point, believed that Terrence Cain can throw the deep ball, but hasn't had receivers that can create separation. I continue to believe that the receivers can't create enough separation, but on the occasions when they do, I'm not convinced Cain can hit them. On the post play in the first half, Jereme Brooks had enough separation to catch the ball, come to a complete stop, execute a quad salchow, pause for a showering of roses from his adoring fans, and fall gracefully into the end zone. Instead, Cain threw a short hop, Brooks couldn't fool the replay official, and no points at all.
I like that Utah continues to take shots down the field, albeit unsuccessfully. I don't know when they will complete one, but I wait with baited breath and a thin layer of perspiration coating both thighs.
Koa Freaking Misi is a beastly sort of man. High quality.
I thought Bob Johnson was all or nothing, and on Saturday it was about 10% to 90%, nothing with the big victory. I really like the guy, and he makes some absolutely breathtaking plays. However, on Saturday, ugh.
So Utah had a chance to win ugly in a tough environment against a team with equal or slightly better talent. Not bad. Not easy to swallow, but not terrible. Hopefully, it provides some lubrication to protect against viscosity and thermal breakdown. Or, to paraphrase Corky St. Clair:
"What the Oregon Ducks did was really... give the Utes a challenge, and it's a challenge that they are going to accept. It's like in the olden days, in the days of France, when men would slap each other with their gloves say, y'know..."D'Artagnan!"... y'know, "how dare you talk to me like that, you!," and smack 'em."
And also, at the end of the half, down two scores in a tough environment, TAKE THE FREAKING POINTS!!!!!!
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