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...
There’s a particular kind of dread that lives in the stomach of a Miami fan in late November, and it has nothing to do with the opponent’s record. It’s the dread of the game you’re supposed to win. The one where the numbers say you’re...
Every fan base has a moment where it stops reciting talking points and starts actually thinking. For Miami, that moment didn’t happen in a press conference or on a national panel with four guys in matching blazers pretending they’ve watched more than a...
