Have you ever passed by an awful wreck on the highway, one with cars mangled, metal twisted and the flashing lights of emergency workers drawing attention from a mile away?
You have to look at it, right?
That was me in the third quarter of last night’s 70-33 beatdown of Clemson by West Virginia in the Orange Bowl.
No one would have blamed me for turning off the TV and going to bed. I even picked up the remote once or twice and aimed it at the screen.
I couldn’t do it, though.
I just couldn’t turn away.
It was so horrific and awful as a Tiger fan that I had to sit there and soak in the shame of it all.
Being a big picture guy, I’d still like to classify this season as a success. The team won 10 games and a league title, after all.
But 70 points?
That’s not a score, that’s a statement.
I’m not a fire the coach guy, but we need a lamb on the altar for that game last night.
Paging (defensive coordinator) Kevin Steele…
I would like to take a moment and thank my coworkers and Facebook friends for taking it easy on me this morning. One can handle only so much abuse.
I did read a good joke on Twitter:
“The last time a team from the South got beaten that badly, slavery ended.”
Yeah, but at least the Confederacy put up a fight.
So, I went to sleep last night a bitter, enraged Clemson fan.
I woke up very much the same way.
But I tip my cap to West Virginia for a top-notch performance. And no, I don’t care that they were running up the score.
It’s their job to score.
It’s our job to stop them.
That’s defense, or at least, it should be.
