Let’s get the easy part out of the way. Miami is 3-0. The scoreboard readings — 38, 48, 48 — look like something out of a video game season on rookie difficulty. Bethune-Cookman got walked over 48-7, and the loudest complaint you could find anywhere in...
Everybody’s going to remember the number 48. That’s fine. Forty-eight points in College Station, in front of a packed house that showed up expecting to watch an SEC program bully a program that hadn’t been feared in twenty years — that’s a...
Here’s the thing about a fanbase that’s been burned: it starts arguing about the wrong man. Not because it’s dumb — because it’s tired. Because it’s had its heart handed back to it in pieces enough times that it’s learned to spot...