Ride or Die.

Right now I'm sitting here pissed listening to El Camino. (For what it's worth, it's a great album.) I'm arguing with other Hokies that are pissed. I'm drunk, I'm sad, I'm depressed and I imagine some of you are sad, drunk or depressed. I wanted to win that game. I want to win every game. I bet you did too. I thought we were going to win that game, but I think we are going to win every game. I thought we were going to win that game going away. I wanted our 4th ACC Championship in the last 5 years, I wanted to brag, I wanted to fly to Miami to watch us play West Virginia. However, my dad used to say, "You can want in one hand and shit in the other, see what fills up faster."

I'm sure French will write a thousand more poignant and insightful words soon enough. But for now you're stuck with me, and here we go --we got our asses kicked. Shocker! In no particular order... The offensive line couldn't handle Clemson's front four. Logan was indecisive. The secondary couldn't cover Clemson's receivers. We were undisciplined. DW couldn't get going. Unbalanced play calls; we overcompensated for the lack of rushing yards with a flurry of rushes at the most obvious times. Defenders in the box got blown off the ball. I could go on, but the point is that was a team loss and Clemson was the better team. That happens in football. I had a hard time swallowing it the first time around, but after tonight, ten beers and some bourbon washed down the conclusion easy. Defensive injuries, an inconsistent kicking game, an offense without focus and a talented opponent caught up to us and bit us in the ass.

This is not the outcome any of us wanted. We wanted Miami. And when I say "we" I mean all of us, the team included. That game fanned out our souls and tore them in half like a big, harry armed, carny making work out of a New York City phonebook. All of them. However, there's still a bowl to win, and a young team with a lot of potential to be proud of for a better than expected season. Today was bad, but tomorrow will be better.