Sunday morning overreaction: The sour grapes of love

Being in love with Hokie football used to mean something. We were never expected to dominate all of college football, if we were ever to win a national title it would be by the skin of our teeth not the force of our reputation. And we liked it that way. Those were the feast or famine years of the lunch pail defense and a Buffalo Church offense (every play was based on a wing and a prayer).

Now, with some new coaches settling in, a new athletic director, and lots of young talent emerging all over our team, we have to step back and ask what are we left with? The answer may be as terrifying as you can imagine. Yesterdays game saw an offensive line that didnt allow a single sack, a quarterback that was poised and efficient, and more than one freshman stepping up to contribute in big ways.

Whats more is that we saw this against a ranked opponent. Sure, some may argue that they are an FCS team but what does that really mean? Id be willing to bet they could still beat the pants off of 90% of other countries Olympic teams in a real American football game. Take that information back into your kitchen and you start to realize what that ranking is worth: They may just be serving salad, but their salad has fried onions on it while we are still trying to use radish slices to garnish our plates with less competency than a five year old picking daisies instead of tending goal in her youth soccer league.

This all boils down to the fear that we may have a competent, even world beating, offense. Like I said, being in love with Hokie football used to mean something and this is not it. With Alabama having hired Lane Kiffin to manage their inevitable decline and a good new fashioned play-off system in effect, the path to the top of college football has never been clearer for the Hokies. I, for one, am petrified of our future. Are you?