DAWGS MUST BE IRISH!!!

Well, Mark Richt must have captured a leprechaun and was able to wrangle a free wish from him in exchange for his freedom.  “My wish Mr. Leprechaun, is that my team beat Georgia Tech, irrespective of horrible play calling, terrible clock management, and a horrible run defense!” says CMR.  “Granted, CMR, and may the last drop of me bottle of Bushmills infest ye armpits!” says the leprechaun.  And, so it came to pass, on the 27th day of November, in the year of our Lord, 2010, that we beat our instate rival for the 9th time in 10 years despite ridiculous play calling at crucial points of the game; despite horrible defensive play after the first quarter (as usual); and despite horrible clock management by our coaching staff.

Yes sir, Georgia Tech had the ball 38:14 min to our 21:46 min.  They had 7-12 3rd down conversions to our 2-7.  They gained 411 yards rushing on our stout defense, to our 154 yards rushing, but yet we won. (source: espn.com)

Our coach, having lost a time out in the third quarter for a challenge, completely waisted his last two on the same set of downs before the 3rd quarter was even concluded. One to discuss the play call on 3rd down at Tech’s 2 yard line and another on 4th down at their one.  But yet, we won.

With 2:30 min left in the game, after our battered defense finally gets us the ball back on about Tech’s 20 yard line, on second down, does our coach run the clock down and take a deliberate delay of game? Then does he call the same on 3rd down? Then with almost no time left on the clock did he call for a  field goal to end the game, keeping the ball away from Tech?  To all three of those questions, the answer woud be, “of course not!”  Instead, he takes no time off the clock and calls for an off tackle run.  The Engineers are smart enough to let our back make the touch down so they get the ball back with 1:45 left on the clock.  Our back is dumb enough to fall for it and runs in the end zone, instead of deliberately taking a knee at the one yard line, giving us a fresh set of downs to retain possession of the ball and run the clock out.  But yet, we won.

Devine intervention?  Blind stupid luck?  Or should we all make a trip to Ireland and kiss the “Blarney Stone?”

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By: Dawgman1973 (Gary K.) Lead-Blogger “Dawn of the Dawg”