Virginia Tech=17, france=14
“Ti, i, i, ime is on my side, yes it is!”
“did not want expend the last two TO and concede 3 pts. Even with poss 30/25 secs left”
-Mike London txt-
Move over Frank Beamer, South Bend and the college football Hall of Fame will ahve to wait. As uva Coach Mike London is the greatest Virginia Tech football coach of all freakin’ time!!!
You can not tell me that London was actually coaching for uva.
You just kan’t!
Don’t snow me in July.
“Don’t piss down my back and tell me it’s raining.”
-The outlaw Josey Wales-
Virginia Tech was carried to victory on the back of one #3, Logan Thomas who accounted for 73% of all burnt orange & Chicago maroon total offensive yards on the day. And here some of the techsideline.com message board posters keep hollering for the Frank-n-Stiney offense to deep-six #3 and FREE #6!!!
Nay Winnie-Winnie on that folks.
Martin Scales did not get the message to q, u, i, t. Jack Tyler (9 stops) and Detrick Bonner (10 tac’s) decided not to “mail it in”. Bruce Taylor did the best he could on a foot that looked like it had a screw loose, quite literally.
And try as those guys bloody well might, this game really turned on a what I can only describe as a “belligerent” series of plays that culminated in a colossal 16 play 3rd quarter drive that began at the 7:41 remaining mark and consumed 6:16 of the game clock. As LT3 and the Virginia Tech offense anted up and chopped uva down to size via a most hurtful 7 point major that knocked no less than three full wahoos outta the football game as the Virginia Tech offense copped an attitude that was caviler indeed.
That right there was your swing-state in the 2012 Commonwealth Cup pigskin election folks. That and a favorable wind funded 30 mph gusty blow-hard advantage that sucked the lifeblood right outta Rocco and company as uva speciously elected to test said Winds of War with three consecutive throws right into the teeth of Mother Nature. Mom Nature can be a real bitch when she wants to and passing under those circumstances was a wardrobe malfunction between the ears of a head coach hoo was decked out in more than just London Fog on Saturday afternoon.
As I have no freakin’ idea what Coach London was thinking at the end of this football game folks?!? If I were Mike I’d go buy a stopwatch, and then I’d straight up resign. Though I sure hope he won’t … as we would have been in overtime at best, and could damn well have possibly been beaten 17-14 the other way if London’s ego had not overloaded his ass when he went 100% Id, Ego, Super-Ego and called for a fake F.G.A. as his street-cred was clearly on the line vs. old man Frank who had faked London out on a very dicey looking fake-punt call earlier in the afternoon –after a penalty call of all things. Oui, oui, hooever Mike must hate is a getting a little too Freudian to be sure; although he surely must love Virginia Tech.
As Mike London’s ego was writing checks that his mind could not cash and Frank was there to steal the cerebral show via a balanced approach to a stinker of a blinking contest indeed.
In all honestly, this may have been a game that neither side deserved to win and perhaps it should have ended about 20 years ago and ended mercifully enough in a sister-kissing tie. That said, Mike London gift-wrapped Frank’s season with only 29 shopping days remaining until Christmas by practicing perfect premarital abstinence on entry-level clock management 1o1. Yo’ Mike, where the hell is my mistletoe? Time to pucker up!