Well, what can be said about a score like that? A brief attempt to pass a few excuses. For starters, we arrived about 2:30PM, went to our locker room, changed, and got onto the field. Kickoff at 4PM. We left Crestview at 8:15AM and were stiff when we got off the bus. That’ll never happen again.

Locker room was big enough to comfortably accommodate 8-10 players. We had about 28. No worries, with no AC, no one was spending more time than necessary in the dressing room. We get onto the field and I felt like I had just ridden about six hours...oh wait, I had. The hosting team was courteous enough to give us two bags of ice. That lasted until about kickoff. We look across the field and they’re sitting in the shade, with a huge fan, and I’m thinking all the ice they wanted. On the other hand, we’re cooking over on our side. My farmer’s tan has never looked so...well...farmerish. Thank goodness we had two bags of ice. *sigh*

All sarcasm aside, I’m not going to run down the game play by play. We got our heads handed to us by the nicest bunch of guys we’ve played so far. They played hard ball from whistle to whistle and then everyone helped everyone else up regardless of the jersey. Candidly, that’s how it should be.  One of the players said they wished we had played better.  I just wish we had at least tried to play ball.  Yes, some players played their hardest and to them, I'm sorry how this turned out.  But instead of the team playing like a unit and playing hard, we took a hour of beatings, then shook hands all nicey nice, and got back on our bus like we had all decided to take the trip for a sight seeing adventure.

That’s basically a synopsis of what happened. The only thing I could laugh about was the kicker that pulled a Charlie Brown (he missed the ball) on one of the seemingly countless kickoffs. Not once, but twice. He was a good sport about it and the announcer took a little jab about three strikes and you’re out. Felt sorry for him. But at least his team was winning. At the end of the game, we shook hands, said the group prayer, and took our well cooked behinds back to the bus for the long, long ride home. And let me tell you, the ride home was a lot longer than the ride up there. Coaches weren’t happy with our performance and I don’t think anyone else was either.

Players, as the coaches were telling us (in a not so nice tone I might add), we play like we practice. It was a lecture/chewing we deserved to hear after acting like the season was over with our one lonely win. Last week our practices looked like a bunch of dolts that couldn’t find our backside with both hands while the GPS was shouting instructions. Hey, it showed. We’ll fix this or it’ll be a tough three games ahead of us.  We're too far into the season for the coaches to fix us, it's up to us.  We're all in this to have fun and the wins sure do taste better than the losses.  Let's go out in a bang - not a fizzle. 
 

Coach Taylor has not announced players of the week yet.  There may not be any either:

Defense is ???

Offense is ???

Special Teams is ???

Submitted by Thomas Gordon July 27, 2009