Let’s put the pitchforks down for one column. Not because they aren’t earned — Miami is 20-26 to SMU, that’s two straight losses, and the temperature in this fan base is somewhere between boiling and criminal. But the loudest version of this argument...
Here’s the thing about blowouts: they’re the best liar in sports. A final score of 42-7 goes into the record book, gets screenshotted, gets posted with three flame emojis, and by Tuesday nobody remembers that this same football team spent thirty minutes of...
Twenty-four to twenty-one. That’s the number that ended the undefeated talk at Hard Rock, and by now everybody in the 305 has picked their villain. Some of y’all want the quarterback’s head. Some want the coordinator gone by Tuesday. Some want a...
