I’ve said I do not like LSU.
I said that they have a uncanny ability to snatch victory from us at the last second. That every time we are ahead they manage to show up and smack our hands out of the cookie jar.
Saturday was no different.
Deftly, after having played what was arguably their best game all year. They didn’t quit. Penalties were low. No dumb turn overs. A nice mesh of run and pass plays. The underdog fighting against what was an almost certain loss.
They were doing the impossible. Name a Vols fan who wasn’t on their feet at the 14 to 10 lead in the 4th. Try to recall the exhilaration, the adrenaline and taste the beer you spilled on your shirt.
We lost it.
We lost focus. With the upcoming joy and celebration in our eyes on the last play, we easily snatched defeat from the jaws of victory.
We talk about wide receivers who picture the touchdown before the catch the ball….and then don’t catch it.
Running backs who are picturing the open field…but never get their.
Quarterbacks who drop the snap picturing a beautiful throw.
All loss of focus.
We did it again.
17 seconds. 14 points on the board. 13 men on the field. 7 Maxims. 2 yards. 1 Game. No victory.
Either way I call it what I, and many other Vols fans have called the entire season. A single word that sums up our anguish at their struggles, our frustration at the our errors, and agony for the players who are trying very hard to do so much.