Entering Al Groh’s ninth season, this season’s team is hard to peg in terms of potential.

My cynical brain foretells 5-7. My bleeding heart yearns for 9-3. My visceral (and rotund) gut murmurs 7-5. Headaches, tummy aches and heartache … Tylenol, Tums and tequila – such is the scrambled existence of the Wahoo Football fan during Al Groh’s Space Mountain escapade, now on its ninth ride.

Over these many years, each of which has felt like a decade in itself, I’ve learned that fleshing out a Groh-led UVa squad is next-to-impossible. Since 2002, no ACC program has been mystery-wrapped-in-a-riddle-inside-an-enigma harder to peg than the boys from Hooville.

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