
… we can start the season in earnest. Tennessee Hate Week begins.
Oh, wait, you want to talk the Fightin’ Trojans? Despite a slow first quarter, the Gators exploded in the second fifteen. Tebow notched 5 TDs, the 2s got some playing time, Deonte dropped another then started catching everything, Demps is gonna be a star this year if he can stay healthy, Phillips missed the uprights once, the Trojans only managed two field goals, and yes, 56 is a multiple of 7. Thank you, Troy, here’s your paycheck.
But that outcome was written months ago; it simply had yet to be transferred from the ink blotter to paper. There was little suspense after the first 15 minutes.
The best part of Saturday? Why, that was watching Lane Kiffin’s rooster strut transformed to nervous consternation… followed by grim resignation. The Mighty Bruins of UCLA waltzed into a raucous SEC stadium and, once again, took advantage of the Vols’ offensive ineptitude. Final: 19-15. For their prize, the victors took a chunk of Big Talker’s Hollywood-tanned hide back to his native land, the Republik of California.
UCLA, people. They had to fight against San Diego State last week (33-14) and won a total of 4 games last year. Give ‘em credit, two of their last five wins have come against the Vols… for what that’s worth. Again, I’m reiterating the fact that UCLA traveled across the country and whipped Kiffin and his ultra-high-paid staff in their new backyard.
Here’s the deal: Jonathan Crompton is a terrible quarterback. Sorry, he might be the greatest guy in the world, but he couldn’t run the scout team at Florida. Crompton should consider himself lucky that he finished his day 13/26 for 93 yards, 0 TDs and 3 INTs. In reality he threw five picks; one was dropped in the endzone, the other called back for an offsides penalty. Both were criminally bad reads. To add to the misery, his was the last hand to touch the football before it was fumbled on a bad snap and recovered by UCLA.
For Tennessee, it’s not a question of if Nick Stephens starts… it’s when.
Lane Kiffin’s mouth has earned him an unsual type, and amount, of antipathy. The Vol fans themselves are decent people, the program has a storied tradition, and they’ve certainly suffered enough these past years. There’s no reason to wish them misery, at least not directly. But “Coach” Kiffin has purposefully, and without regret, stirred the emotions of Florida fans into a frenzy. Whereas this game could simply have been interesting to watch in the Swamp, it will now be a full-on assault by 92,000+ upon one man, his staff and his players. I have sent my letters in to the UF coaching staff pointing out Kiffin’s various misdeeds and that, on the face of it, no reasonable person could blame Urban Meyer for leaving his first team in for the entire game, no matter how bloody and horrific a scene ensues.
A quick run-through of what we’re dealing with in Mssr. Kiffin:
1) Intends to sing “Rocky Top” all night long in the Swamp at the conclusion of next weekend’s game.
2) Calls the best coach in college football, and one never sanctioned for any misdoing whatsoever, a “cheater”.
3) Did so while making up NCAA rules off the top of his head, earning an NCAA reprimand.
4) Tried to get witty with Steve Spurrier (never wise).
5) Believes that, starting next year, Tennessee will “always be in the pre-season top 5″ every year.
6) Says Tennessee “operates at a championship level in all that [they] do”. Could have fooled me, this afternoon.
7) Looks like a 10-year old kid that needs a paddling.
Kiffin’s arrival has brought a cheap, plastic-like feel to Tennessee football. It’s all talk, no walk. Phil Fulmer might have extended his career at Tennessee just a few seasons too long, and he was unfortunate enough to be on the backside of his coaching powers curve just when Urban Meyer arrived at the height of his own. But he was a good and decent man, who represented Tennessee with class, and earned the respect of friends and foes alike.
It seems unlikely that Kiffin will really change the true fabric of Tennessee football. That basic essence will outlast him, even if his stay in Knoxville is longer than I and many others outside of Tennessee imagine it will probably be. Maybe a humbling loss to the Vols’ arch divisional rival will help Kiffin mature into a true leader; a man with perspective, insight, and true charisma. But that can be quite a painful process for a man who possesses an ego of such massive proportions.
Remember, Coach… there are no aethiests in foxholes. Florida 62, Tennessee 6.