TEXAS EX

BURNT ORANGE:

Watching the Texas game last night left us disgusted.  Our hearts went out to Colt and Jordey Cakes (and the rest of the team), they worked so hard for 4 years, including this season without a  loss,  for a relishing conquest.

But fingers to keyboard, we'll try with this post:

We had a feeling that the only way Alabama could win was to take Colt McCoy out of the game and that's exactly what they did.  They purposely meant to hurt the Texas quarterback, we believe.

Don't even get us started on his front line, the ones there to protect Colt. Uggg.

A team as monied as UT, one would think Mac Brown would have 2 extra quarterbacks right in sync with Colt, learning the same drills, practicing the same formations and tactics so if this kind of thing happens, boom, put in your secondary to fill the void.  He would be right on track because he would know what the next plays would be.  And if something happened to your backup QB, boom, put in your third to continue the game.  And,  if Brown never uses the backups all season, oh well, at least they are there "in case of" and last night was an "in case of!!"

It's also a good lesson in not building your whole franchise around a single quarterback.  If he is hurt then what happens--- I.E. last night, that's what happens!!

McCoy tried in vain to throw the football to his dad underneath the Rose Bowl bleachers in the locker room.  McCoy could muster no yardage:

"Colt McCoy lined up about 7 yards from his dad, Brad. This was inside the Texas locker room underneath the Rose Bowl bleachers, the Longhorns quarterback missing the biggest game of his career, about to attempt the most important throw of his life.

Colt had the ball and was going to pass it to his dad as a slew of doctors and trainers watched closely. How many times had these two thrown a football back and forth, from their yard in little Tuscola, Texas, to the practice fields of Jim Ned High School, where the dad was the coach and the son was the star?

'Millions,' Colt said. 'Millions of times.'


Colt had just lied to the Texas doctors and said that he was capable of returning to the BCS title game against Alabama. A hit by the Tide’s Marcell Dareus, on the fifth play of the game, had sent him to this locker room. He wanted back out there. So he tried to sound convincing despite the fact his arm felt 'like a noodle.....'

Yet on the TV in the corner, he had seen it all fade away in his absence. Alabama was rolling; Texas’ early lead was long gone.

So Colt gripped the ball, stared at his dad and thought, 'It’s just a simple throw.'  He threw. The ball went soft and wide. Everyone grimaced. 'Give it to me again,' Colt demanded. Brad got the ball and gave it back to his son. The next throw was the same, bouncing harmlessly away. 'Give it to me again,' Colt said, again. Brad did.

It was the same. It was over. Colt couldn’t throw it 7 yards to his own father. 'My arm was dead,' he said. The dad hugged his son. The son broke down and cried.

'There’s no pain on my body,' Colt said later. 'If I was a free safety, I’d go out there and make a tackle. I [just] have no strength to throw a football.'"

We were crying too!!

via yahoo

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