Conflicted Feelings Over the BCS Loss
(photo:Vasha Hunt, al.com)
After having a few days to digest all of the great accomplishments and the one bitter disappointment of this past season, I think I’m finally coming to grips with one thing: I was completely full of crap. I told everyone that would listen that I would be happy no matter what happened Monday. I was so surprised with this season that nothing could bring me down from the high that was induced by the 2013 Auburn Tigers’ football season.
Well, I was wrong. As the final seconds ticked off the game, I just turned off my TV. I didn’t want to watch Jameis Winston smile and hoist his trophy. I didn’t want to hear Jimbo Fisher explain how they won it, or what the keys to the game were. This loss HURT!
I was mad at myself for letting it hurt. Didn’t we just have one of the most amazing seasons ever? Didn’t we exceed the expectations of everyone in the college football universe? Why am I so damned pissed? I went to bed right after the game, but I couldn’t sleep. I obsessed over the 13 seconds left in the game when FSU scored.
My mind was filled with “what ifs:” -What if Tre had not scored so fast? -What if Cody had made that damn field goal? -What if the only holding call in the game hadn’t come just after we had converted a third down? -What if they hadn’t called pass interference? -What if that kid hadn’t come up lame during the kick return? -What if someone had stayed home during the fake punt? -What if the refs had decided to call one of the umpteen holding calls I saw on FSU’s O Line? (Come on, Dee Ford spent half the game pulling his jersey back down over his shoulder-pads).
I’m sure there were more, but you get the point. UGH! 13 seconds! I think the most painful thing is that we had them right where we wanted them: a close game deep in the 4th quarter. As the Tigers were driving for the go-ahead touchdown, I kept saying “That’s right, Gus! Run it down their throats! They can’t stop it! Run it down next to nothing and put it in!” Then Tre Broke free. I shouted “YES,” then whispered “Oh God… too much time…” I hate being right sometimes.
Don’t get me wrong. I love this amazing team. I love what they accomplished. I’m not some bammer that expects my team to win the NC every year, nor is my entire world destroyed when my team loses. But this one hurt, and it hurt deeply … I’m not going to pretend it didn’t. WDE!