This marked the exact moment we all started to feel some hope. Before realizing that hope is desperation's bastard cousin, a salve for the unwashed proletariat to make Alabama's boot heel just a few degrees more palatable. The glimmer of hope in a 3rd quarter, 1-point lead in Tuscaloosa is the "WYD" text that turns into "seen: 1146 p.m."
Let's go live, to Coach Sumlin's internal monologue:
"Motherfucker."
Pay no attention to the right offensive tackle, who is so far past the line of scrimmage that he's interfering with concession sales. Also the WR who is blocking while the ball is in the air. If you ignore those two blatant, egregious rules violations this is a really solid play call and execution by Bama.
Alex Sezer, pictured having a better afternoon than any other Aggie. "Yeah, that's it. Riiiiiight there."
If A&M hosted a game on national TV and attempted to fix a cleanly sheared yard marker with freaking athletic tape, I would demand a significant portion of my tuition be refunded.
And Dave, the magic talking play-calling horse makes another appearance, this time for the Aggies. "Let's try and work the perimeter against college football's angriest, fastest defense! [snort]"
"You're the boss, Dave!"
Even for a true freshman OL, that's a sad attempt at making a tackle. I've seen newborn foals move with greater purpose and grace than that.
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