There is a specific kind of dread that lives inside a 4-7 opponent on the last Saturday of November. Not fear of losing, exactly. Something worse. The fear that you’ll watch your team lose and feel absolutely nothing about it, because the tank emptied a week ago...
Let’s get the easy part out of the way: losing 32-24 to FIU is the kind of thing that follows a program around like a bad smell. It’s not a bad loss. It’s a category error. It’s a school that plays half an hour down the road, with a budget and...
Every program in America has a bad month. What separates the ones that climb out from the ones that free-fall is almost never a scheme tweak or a personnel shuffle you can see on a depth chart. It’s the thing nobody films: a room, a closed door, and a group of...
