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After the Clemson loss, French wrote that we didn't have an identity on offense. At the time it was hard to disagree. And to keep things is perspective Miami was just one, albeit beautifully called and executed, game. However, going into the season that's how I expected the offense to look each week. Our talented receivers spread out Miami's defense. Logan found the open guys on high percentage throws. We ran a heavy dose of zone read to take advantage of Logan's size and Wilson's which loosened up the box. At that point it's pick your poison. The offensive line won't dominate the line of scrimmage every time, or even every other time, like we'd like them to in more pro-style / "I-formation" attack, but in a spread scheme they don't have to. They're quite good at blocking in space, occupying a man long enough for David Wilson to find the crease and spring a play, and they're damn good at pass blocking.
The final four play calls were pretty brilliant, although during the game I went ballistic after the three consecutive runs starting from 1st and 10 at the Miami 28. Let's take a closer look.
Did you forget about that two-point conversion Ernest Wilford dropped to silence Lane in 2001? You could hear a pin drop. How about the 56 the 'Canes put on us the very next year? Maybe you remember Rocky McIntosh taking up residence in our backfield, and Miami throwing up 27 straight to our dome in 2005? Or Sebastian's foot twisting on the HokieBird's neck in '08? Does the word swagger ring a bell?
I can vividly remember the losses. The wins are a blissful blur; as they should be.
This is a great sneak peak at what goes down during meetings and on the practice field. The Frankinator is just so... calm and focused. You can see it trickle on down to the staff and players, well except for this hilarious outburst from Cornell Brown.
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billdozervt just impregnated the site.
For the last eight months I've been obsessively clinging to scraps; staying on top of recruiting, watching spring practice, analyzing depth charts and reading practice reports. It's game week now, and it's a relief for me to let the minutia of the offseason go and watch it fade away behind me. No sooner after it disappeared did I feverishly reach out with both hands to grab onto the season ahead. I didn't want to let it to slip on by and miss the ride.
I'm sure some of you can relate.
These next fifteen weeks are the most important fifteen weeks since the ones at the beginning of September 2010, and the fifteen weeks that will proceed September 2012. Watching, following and obsessing over our Hokies will no doubt be a frustrating, humbling, satisfying, suspenseful and entertaining trek this fall. It always is. This is a new team full of familiar faces and I'm most excited to see what kind of dynamic develops.
Our consistency during our tenure in the ACC has yielded excellence and success. It's also made for some boring Saturdays, even some of the losses became predictable. We knew how Stiney was going to call a series, we knew Tyrod would dazzle us, we knew Bud would get it done, we knew we were the team to beat in the ACC, but we'd only teased being elite.
