Saturday here was a near-perfect day. Temperature: middle 70s. Sky: bright blue and sunny. Winds: light. Atmosphere: awesome! Hubby set up the smaller flat screen out on the deck, pulled over the firepit and the comfy chairs: it was magical. I baked up some pizzas and chocolate chip cookies, and we watched the games all day. Next fall we're gonna set up a ton of tables and chairs out there, have some pals over, and set up an outdoor football sports bar. Should be a hoot, especially when you can light up the firepit and jump in the hot tub after the sun goes down over the mountains. Man, I love Fall!
But, yikes! Out of my 26 picks, I went 17 and 9. Who let me down? Pitt, Vandy, Indiana, UCF, Arkansas, Florida State, Wyoming, Miami...and Cal.
Jeff Tedford, I was there (in Berkeley's Memorial Stadium) at the infamous "time runs out all we needed was a field goal, we would've been number one" game a few years back, and you've nearly done it again. Really. You're in the red zone, you need a score, there are two minutes left. And you run, and run, and run. Down the middle. Every time. The left side was open--no tacklers, the blockers engaged them each time.
Did you choose not to try to win? Sure looked like it. That loss stung more than any other because I love Cal, and because they didn't have to lose.
But on the positive tip, kudos to the Buffs for playing all four quarters--though they made them look more like dimes--with Ohio State and not getting pummeled. One of these years we might just be good again.
Hey, at least THEY tried. Dang you, Tedford.
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