Choose the form of the destructor.
49-17?? This game shouldn’t have even happened. No one wins. Not the Grandaddy Bowl, which takes a massive PR hit. Not Rashard Mendenhall, a consistently entertaining watch whose 155-yard game was overshadowed by his team taking it in the mouth for four quarters. Not Desmond Reed, whose endzone gymnastics should have been encouraged, not penalized, in the name of giving us something interesting to look at. Certainly not the fans of the game (entertaining though it was to watch the Trojans rack up 633 yards of offense, we will now be treated to another offseason of their media darlinghood..and I say that as a fan of USC).
What’s not to love?
Who in their right mind wants to face Pete Carroll on the opposite sideline with a point to prove? Say what you will about the salesmanship of these two coaches, argue till you’re blue in the face whether their jovial, Up-With-People acts are acts at all…but one of them backs it up with quality, year after year, and it ain’t Herr Jetski. It couldn’t have been Georgia in the other endzone…but it should’ve been.
Get used to lying prone on the field, son.
I’m digging this Sporting News headline: Illini see run to Rose Bowl as a catapult, not aberration. Well, boys, there are the giant flaming boulders that streak over fortress walls wreaking all manner of damage, and there are flung rocks that bounce uselessly off a big damn wall.