Jon Copper has been a bright spot for the Hoos so far.
Alright, got my beer in hand – a well deserved drink after wrasslin’ with gutter debris all afternoon – and the game coverage is firing up. I’m sipping my Yuengling, getting relaxed, ready to settle in for some Thursday night football – my mind wandering a little about some errands … maybe I’ll pay some bills, read a magazine while the game plays in the background. Who am I kidding? There’s a game on.
Reece Davis: “Conference play starts, a little different feel, don’tcha think?”
Mark May: “A little more effort, a little more … attention to detail, as we should say.”
Well, why didn’t you say so earlier, Mr. Mark May? The first conference game for the Hoos – a perfect time for an effort-filled, detail-oriented running diary, as I should say! Chris Fowler, Kirk Herbstreit, and Vandy-hoo for the next three hours – brought to you by Applebee’s Baby Back Ribs and a bottle of Mylanta – can you dig it?
(And if this diary reads like a knockoff of a Bill Simmons running diary, you caught me. I’ve even asked Mrs. Vandy-hoo to interrupt my game watching at some point to introduce some household hilarity – employing the well-regarded comedic literary technique known as the “Sports Gal Interruption.”)
Kickoff: How nice, it’s Throwback Thursday! I’m not sure what that’s supposed to mean, but apparently the Yellow Jackets are celebrating the occasion by wearing lemonade yellow. The color of little duckies – very intimidating. And the fans have jumped into the fray; they’re ready for battle in their frightening 70s garb. Nothing like firing off the first conference game in your bellbottoms. Of course, Al Groh is looking sharp in a crisp sweatshirt.
Chris Gould with the kickoff. Knuckles the ball inside the...
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