More Painful than Last Week

I’m writing this one while it’s raw. Really raw.

But I don’t know where to begin. The 4 turnovers, giving us 9 in two games? Giving up pass completions of 43, 77, 40 and 64 yards? Plus another 39 yard run? Giving up 28 points in a fourth quarter where we also intercepted a pass in the end zone, so it could have been 35? Having a 3 point lead with 30 seconds to go and the opponent on their own 20, and yet still losing?

“Well Sherman, what did we learn tonight?”

“Gee, Mr Peabody, we learned that when an offense can’t keep the ball and a defense likes to watch passes sail over their heads, losses will tend to mount.”

“Very good, Sherman.”

For about 3 ½ quarters, I was sure we were the better team. Now I’m not so sure. We’re 0-2, they’re 2-0. They’ll probably beat Ohio State this year; we’re in Nowheresville. Again.

And yes, grudging kudos to the Wolverines--they didn't blink when they were down 14-0 in the first half and 24-7 in the second half. Give credit where credit is due.

Waaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!

Sorry, needed to get that out of my system. Catharsis and all.

I think I hit the lowlights above. All the good things I was going to say will have to wait for another week, I’m afraid.
One more thing to lament: our defense has NO playmakers.

On to more important things. Wish me luck as I perform at my church on timpani tomorrow for two performances of Brahms’ “A German Requiem” to commemorate 9/11. Three timpani, no waiting.

Oh, yeah, and, um, go irish, beat spartans. Can’t muster up too much excitement for that yet.

The Colonel