The Day After: Texas A&M 17, Miami 34

Well that game sucked. Have you ever been sucker-punched in the stomach so that it shocks you and hurts like hell at the same time? Well, that hasn't happened to me either, but my guess is that the game was equivalent to that experience. I couldn't believe that the score was 24-0 at halftime. I was watching the game at a bar, and for .03 seconds I seriously contemplated the idea that if I drank fast enough and hard enough, the score would be reversed in our favor.

I wish I could say that we just weren't prepared tonight or that Miami got lucky, but it was just a flat-out beating by a better team. Their defense was too fast for us, and our defense was too slow for them: 99.99% of the time this leads to bad things in football games. We made Kyle Wright look like freakin' Peyton Manning by allowing him to dump off short passes in the flat that led to 12-13 yard gains because our linebackers were too damn slow.

Quite frankly, this game was a wake-up call to me that this year's Aggie football team is just not good. We're like Britney Spears in the post-Kevin Federline era: there's still enough looks and signs of talent to hint at a break-out performance, but then the MTV awards come along to expose just how screwd up everything really is.

The only bright spot was at the end of the game when Jerrod Johnson whizzed around a bunch of Hurricane defenders before tossing a 33-yard TD to Martellus Bennett as if he were flicking a nerfball. It was Mike Vickesque, the pre-prison years. And then to see Bennett use his height and athleticism to reel in the ball over the 'Canes defenders was a thing of beauty. It's almost sacrilegious to say it, especially since any Aggie fan would be willing to commit a minor felony for Stephen McGee, but the QB position might not be locked in stone next year.