I like some college sports sometimes. I REALLY like some college football, and I REALLY like the Arkansas Razorbacks within that reality. Arkansas has always mirrored the Vikings in some strange way, and I don't think that, nor my long residence here is merely coincidence. We Arkansans generally are of a football tradition that holds may promises and they never deliver.
Minor case in point: Darren McFadden should have won the Heisman trophy.
Tim Tebow is good. But not like McFadden. McFadden had defenses stacked against him specifically. Couple that with an inefficient passing game, and a so-so quarterback, an early season concussion, and bruised ribs, and the 2,179 all-purpose yards he gained was more than impressive. Plus, he's only 19 years old, and shows a massive amount of class in defeat. I should learn a lesson from that.
But I won't. Tebow had an entire offense and a complete running and passing game to support his talent and keep the defense off balance (and they STILL lost to LSU, whom, after obtaining a #1 ranking were beaten by unranked Arkansas in three overtimes). ESPN was creaming their sportpants and sucking Tebow's weiner on live television so much, that very few were going to deny the juggernaut: "TIM TEBOW'S PENIS IS THE MIGHTIEST!". It was time to make history and vote a sophomore player into the Heisman ranks for the first time in history. Good. I hope you enjoy it, TEEBOW. Because you're gonna be a huge target now, bro. And the "God has truly blessed me" comment is just fucking hick squared.
Either way, In a perfect world, McFadden would resist the NFL draft, return to Arkansas next year, and put Tebow to shame. Unfortunately, that's not gonna happen with the NFL waving millions in his face. Good for him. He's been a joy to watch. As for me, I'll just sit here and feel remorse the same way I felt remorse when the Vikings lost to the Giants 49-0 after a stellar season. I gave up on pro football that day. That's just plain cursed, ugly hoodoo. And ugly hoodoo is nothing to chase down and try to explain...but that is JUST what millions of Americans do year round. Too wrapped up in personal drama to unwind it, they put their hopes and dreams in the addictive-like predictions of their favorite sports teams, run the stats, check the facts, armchair philosophize, and slowly begin to squeeze their doomed prayers-for-players into a season of potential disappointment. Such is the Way of the Wonk.
Go Hogs.
