Picked this up & thought you guys might enjoy reading it as we attempt to move past the Clemson game & get ready for the gamechickens:
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9/02/13
Dawgs an Onside-Kick Away from Upsetting Clemson
I was there. It was a long ride home—once we were even able to start home—but I am glad I was there. It was Southern college football in an incredible setting. Some of the finest individual players in the land were on display and I don’t think anyone could possibly dispute that fact. My team lost. Let me rephrase that. My team didn’t lose, they got beat.
There is a difference. But I am still damned glad that I was in Clemson, South Carolina Saturday night because, despite all the flaws in the current system and the ineptness of the NCAA and the ever increasing materialism that is taking control of the sport we all love, the game was as pure an example of why we love the game in the first place that we are likely to see.
I won’t give you a play by play recount of the game. You all saw the same one I did. I will just make a few random observations.
The guy who said that the Clemson Tigers touching that rock and running down that hill was the most exciting 25 seconds in college football wasn’t just whistling “Dixie.” The crowd was electric and they were a factor in the game. It has been a long time since a Sanford Stadium crowd has been a factor in a game and that is just the honest truth.
Clemson’s defense is a lot stronger than I thought they were. Our offensive line—especially anyone we put at left tackle—is a lot weaker than I thought they would be, or have any business being considering the experience they brought into the game. One of the key plays of the game, from where I was sitting—in the corner of the Georgia end zone—came a little past midway in the second quarter. We had weathered the early storm, gotten off the mat twice, and taken a 21-14 lead. We had managed to stop Clemson and had a chance to take control of the game. Georgia came to the line on a 3rd and 5 and the Clemson defensive end came around Kenarious Gates like he was a matador waving at a bull and sacked Aaron Murray from the blind side. You know the rest.
Speaking of Aaron Murray. He remains an enigma to me. I left the game thinking that he had not played well and told my colleagues on the long ride home that I was beginning to buy into the hype that he was just not a big game player. In every major loss of the last three years it seems like Murray has dropped the ball under pressure allowing the other team to have a cheap score. In a 3 point loss a cheap score is a particularly deadly dagger.
But then I look at the stat sheet and see that the guy completed 20 of 29 passes. He threw for 53 more yards than the great Tajh Boyd—and I don’t use the term “great” facetiously—and did that under great duress behind an offensive line that did not give him very good protection. He led the team on a 97 yard scoring drive. But he wasn’t perfect and we almost needed perfection to win Saturday night.
I don’t know how our game plan was thrown off when Todd Gurley limped into the locker room in the first quarter and while he was trying to ride the bike back into the game. I know that Todd Gurley is a stud and so is Keith Marshall. I know he has the heart of a lion—and so does Keith Marshall. 154 yards. 2 TDs. 12.8 yards per carry. Damn good Dawg.
If we had been able to pound the ball into the end zone when we had a first and goal and the Clemson five some fans are looking for January flights to Pasadena this morning. If we hadn’t dropped the snap on the fourth down FG attempt we might still be playing. If your aunt had testicles she would be your uncle.
If Josh Harvey-Clemons hadn’t felt it was more important to smoke a doobie in the East Campus Village than it was to compete for a National Championship Conner Norman isn’t asked to do things he is physically incapable of doing. Don’t hear something I am not saying. Conner Norman is and has been and will be a DGD. He is smart and gives everything he is asked to give every day. He is in position and gives his all but against some players he just cannot run fast enough to keep up with them as they fly toward the end zone.
I like Tray Matthews. I like Quayvon Hicks. I like Leonard Floyd. I like Brendan Langley. I like our future.
I wish I had been able to light a victory cigar and celebrate long into the night at Auburn-with-a-lake Sunday morning. But even though I wasn’t, I was able to enjoy the spectacle that is Southern college football with friends and family. I will be able to add Saturday night’s contest in Death Valley to so many other classic memories I have made since watching my first Georgia game from the railroad tracks in the 1950s.
I know. I know. There are idiots among us that think Mark Richt and Mike Bobo should have been fired before the team got on the bus after the game. There are fools who want Aaron Murray to be benched and so on and so forth. Everyone is entitled to his or her opinion.
I also know that I am so blessed, twelve months after I was told that my contract on this side of eternity would expire a year ago and not be renewed, to be able to be in the stands next Saturday as Mark Richt tries to pick his team up and slay the Evil Genius between our once hallowed hedges. I hope our fans will leave their gripes and disappointments at home and bring a fraction of the energy the people wearing orange brought this week.
I promise I will do my part. Look for me. I’ll be there early and I’ll be there loud. I’ll be the good looking guy in the red shirt.
Darrell Huckaby
Darrell Huckaby is an author, educator and syndicated newspaper columnist. Visit his website at
www.darrellhuckaby.net.