I left the Stadium discouraged and after midnight Saturday night. I was cold, tired, and walking on hurting feet. Having arrived before noon, I had been walking or standing except for the ten minutes I sat down to eat a hot dog in the press box. I was not angry about losing but rather disappointed and felt especially bad for the seniors. As an old lineman, it didn't bother me there wasn't a lot of scoring. Smash mouth grind it out move the chains football suits me just fine, and a close game is more riveting than a blowout.

I heard another view Sunday Morning. Having stopped for breakfast on my way out of town, a pancake flipper behind the grill was talking about the game. I learned from him I had totally missed it...it was the worst coaching, worst play calling, worst game plan in the history of football. What a waste of talent...why the guy was an all world football coach and here he was asking me, "You want hash browns with that?"

Turns out I am not the only one that thought the guy was all wet. Bob Hunter had a nice column in today's Dispatch on a similar theme. It's good tonic and I encourage you to read it at: Bob Hunter Commentary