My dad was in the corps at A&M and graduated in the class of ’72. He’s a VERY proud Aggie alum, so I was raised on watching the boys in maroon and white every Saturday. We lived and died by how they played. We loved the Wrecking Crew, I can still remember the hit that Quentin Coryatt put on the wide receiver from TCU back in the day. But, my youthful exuberance is slowly starting to die.
Is it because I’m getting older, found a new team to cheer for, or because I just don’t like college football anymore? Negative, Ghostrider. It’s because I’m sick and tired of hearing what a great coach Dennis Franchione is, then watching his team get their butts handed to them by a marginally good team.
Case in point was the embarassment on national television last night. the Thursday night ESPN game featured a down and out Miami team struggling to rebuild facing off with the #20 team in the country. Sounds like a pretty one-sided game, right? Well, it was. The Ags looked T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E.
The A&M offense is just that right now, offensive. It’s painful to watch their ground game struggle to pick up 2 yards per carry, and I’m not even going to go into the fact that running back sensation Javorski Lane didn’t have a touch on the ball until 8 minutes into the third quarter. Their top running back (in my opinion) finished the game with 2 carried for 2 yards. Wow, now that’s great coaching.
It’s time for Fran to move onto another school that he can fool into thinking he’s a “great recruiter” and leave the Ags alone. We’ve been through enough heartache and tribulation over the past few years to last true Aggie fans a lifetime. Don’t get me wrong, I still have marron blood coursing through my viens, but right now it’s boiling – and not because I’m cheering for a great team.
I would love to say that I’m boycotting the rest of the Aggie season, but I know the next time they’re on television, I’ll be clutching my stuffed replica of Reveille, shouting out the Aggie fight song and praying that Stephen McGee can somehow draw up his own plays and lead the boys in maroon and white to a victory… despite their woefully inept coaching staff. Here’s to hoping…