Tennessee 21, Wisconsin 17. Not the most satisfactory of endings, but that’s appropriate, given our year. After a season of What The Hell, his game wrapped up every plot thread like a proper finale should.
ESS-EE-CEE SPEED!!! This is Tyler Donovan, whom I actually enjoy watching (see his previous appearance in Saturday Morning Hate Sex), quarterback for Wisconsin, a team whose coach I admire and whom I was generally waaay too high on in my preseason rankings. Unfortunately, no one ever taught this boy to slide:
De-fense! De-fense? The thing about Tennessee football…when we made plays at all this year, it wasn’t of a sort we’re used to. It’s been so long since we had a legitimate threat in the secondary that witnessing an interception is a bit like seeing a unicorn. Exhibit A: Antonio Wardlow, picking (sorry) a hell of a time for his first career INT to end Wisconsin’s last gasp of a scoring drive in the 4th.
Sometimes the snow comes down in June. This is Big Brad Cottam, beloved tight end lost for most of the season to a wrist injury. This was his final game in orange. And this is his first career TD:
New dawn on Rocky Top. Gerald Jones, a little ray of sunshiney hope in the face of losing our quarterback and two most essential offensive coaches, and a reminder that sometimes, however repulsive it can be to our conservative sensibilities, change can be healthy (now, let’s teach him to pass):
[truly unfortunate fruit-related metaphor] And speaking of bright futures…that cannonball you see streaking to Tyler Donovan’s cranium in the endzone is freshman cornerback Eric Berry. I’ll say it again: Remember his name. They’ll be screaming it in Neyland.
Salut. Oh, Erik.
Still healing from about seventeen injuries. Playing without his favorite targets. 365 yards, 2 scores, no picks. That’s my boy. It’s been a pleasure and a privilege to watch him lead this team.
Happy trails, darlin’. We’ll be seeing you Sundays.