I seldom prognosticate and never bet. Now I know why. My bowl game predictions were a disaster. The worst bowl catastrophe of all was the game that I attended, Monday night's Sugar Bowl.
I consider myself to be a loyal Georgia Bulldog fan, and seldom do I get totally discouraged but frankly, the Bulldogs' defensive performance against West Virginia was pathetic. It starts with the coaching staff led by defensive coordinator Willie Martinez and touches every single player on the defensive side of the ball.
Coming into the game the whole world knew that West Virginia depended solely on their quarterback and tailback. They employed what was called a spread option attack and passed the ball only to keep the defense honest. They ran very little option and passed only occasionally but they knifed through Georgia's Swiss cheese defense. The final tally was 38 points and 501 yards. Auburn did the same in November to the tune of 506 yards.
Any time your offense scores 35 points and accumulates 502 total yards, which Georgia did, you expect to win. The problem was that it was 28-0 before the Georgia Dome seats were warm and the Dogs played catch-up all night. When your team has to do that, midnight - more often than not - comes too soon. Three lost fumbles didn't help.
I'm not one of those fans that can be easily consoled with the fact of, "well at least they didn't quit" and "we're SEC champs." Under Mark Richt's guidance I never expected them to quit. I just hope Coach Richt and his staff will do some serious soul searching during the offseason concerning this season's defensive ineptitude against a running game.
I for one have had enough of middle-of-the-night football for awhile. Georgia's game against Auburn ended at 11:45 p.m., The Georgia Tech game ended at 12:20 a.m. and the Sugar Bowl finished at 12:40 a.m. I haven't checked the records for sure, but feel safe in saying this game was the first college ball ever played in the state of Georgia on a Tuesday morning. I hit the sack at 3:16 a.m. and was at work before 8 a.m. I'm too old and fat for much of that.
I know that nothing will be done to shorten the games, but my fear is they will get even longer. Between television dictating kickoff times, commercialism, inept officiating and replays, the fans that buy tickets to attend the games are getting brutalized. There are other words that I could use to describe it, but I won't in a family publication.
College football is done for the season and won't be back for nine months. After the Sugar Bowl I'll need all three trimesters to recover. I've never been in labor, but it can't be much different from what I experienced Monday night and Tuesday morning.