Waiting to see it
I’m waiting to see something on January 6th. Not just the BCS title game. Not just the chance for Auburn to play for a national championship for the second time in four years and the third in half a century. Not just to watch the coach of the year and his miracle team perform on the highest stage imaginable immediately after many of those same players suffered through possibly the worst Auburn season in five decades.
I won’t begin to claim that I can predict much about this game for certain – who will be the MVP, who will score, or even which team will win. Like everyone else I have my hopes and desires, but try as I might I can’t with any reliability predict how this game will play out. I can only hope and watch it unfold as it happens.
But there is something I can affirm with utmost certainty, and I am waiting to see it on the some faces during the game. It’s something that I’ve seen several times throughout the season, and it has me on pins and needles in joyful anticipation.
That thought is what I’m really smiling about a week before the game, and it is sustaining me throughout the many hours between now and kickoff.
At some point in the game, a germ of an idea will begin to form in the minds of the Florida State players, coaches and fans. It will be a small thing at first, but it will begin to weigh on their minds as the minutes pass. As the game progresses, that idea will grow into a nagging misgiving that something is amiss. Something is not quite right. It will worm its way into their psyche, like a mental itch they can’t seem to locate to scratch.
Somewhere in the middle of the game that vague feeling will expand uncomfortably into a full fledged concern, and then a certain aura of doubt will arise. Then in a thunderous fury, the stark realization will suddenly hit them.
Auburn isn’t slowing down. At all.
Like I said, I can’t predict the winner of the game, the final score or even the course of events. But I am absolutely certain that I’ll see that spirit-killing realization on the faces on the other side of the field as the Tigers begin to hit their stride. I’ll be able to see the effect of the Hurry-Up-No-Huddle* Offense clearly on the faces of the FSU coaching staff, the people dressed in Garnet and Gold and most especially in the body language of the players on the field.
Just like in the last half at Baton Rouge. Just like at Knoxville, Fayetteville, College Station and Atlanta.
Then they will know what we’ve known since the start of the season:. This team is unlike anything they’ve seen before, and this offense is nothing like they were expecting. It runs faster, hits harder and doesn’t seem to know any other speed other than all out.
And they don’t seem to tire. If anything, they seem even fresher in the fourth quarter than the first.
I’ll bet my last dollar that look will soon become common around the stadium no matter what the outcome.
And it will be glorious. War Damn Eagle
*Trademark Gus Malzahn – “The Hurry-Up, No-Huddle: An Offensive Philosophy“