If you told me a couple of weeks back that we'd knock UGa's QB outta the game by halftime, and hold them to 16 points when the clock hit 00:00, I'da been pretty broke and homeless now... 'cause I would have bet the ranch on that W.
If we want to win this game, either we find a way to get someone not named Ewers some holes to run through, or we quit turning the ball over and quit settling for FGs. Or both, preferably. Clemson isn't even in the conversation with UGa, but they also aren't in the other conversation with aggy. We can't stumble-fuck our way through this game.
No mistakes here, we're gonna have to fight for the win.
I think we do it.
This first 12-team shit is set up for storybook chapters. I want to see us knocking off the Fightin' Nikes and (finally) the Whiny Visordawgs and hoisting that trophy award hardware.
But before we do that, we need to take care of Clemson... and, of course, the Big XII Champs.
Saddle up, boys.
Hook'em