Better late than never, they always say.
But is a recap of the 2017 Rose Bowl really worth anything at this point? Who wants to read about that now? It’s been a whole week for goodness sake! That’s like 49 years in blog years. The Steelers won their first play-off game yesterday, but I imagine most web browsers are more interested in Ben Roethlisberger’s ankle or Joey Porter’s arrest following their win than they are in rehashing the X’s and O’s of Sunday’s victory over the Dolphins.
While I have revived this blog, such as it is, I have not completely revived my zealousness for blogging. Years ago, I created the 50-Yard Lion Blog for Penn Live, an on-line adjunct to the Harrisburg Patriot News.
At that time, I posted nearly every day. Maybe it was a recruiting tidbit. Or a funny picture/meme. Or a blurb about an opponent. Or something I read on a message board. Whatever. I posted like I was being paid to do it. Well, I was.
But after a complaint by an Ohio State fan, I was unceremoniously dumped, and left to blogging on my own, sans remuneration. The zeal has never been the same.
So here are my post-bowl season thoughts on the Rose Bowl (I know, there’s still a bowl game tonight between Alabama and some other team that also lost to Pitt and must have been way more impressive than Penn State so we don’t really care do we–bowl season for most of us blue and white fans ended about 9 pm January 2nd. but I digress):
Damn it! I’m proud of this team. The final two minutes were anti-climatic and completely unscripted. They spoiled what turned out to be one of the most special seasons for Penn State football ever. We were lucky to even be here. After the last five seasons, I would never have expected to be in a prestigious bowl at all.
We have almost everyone coming back. Next year should be fun to watch!
I am already looking forward to September.
You have to give credit to USC. Down 14 points in the fourth quarter, they did just what Penn State has done to other opponents all season long. They didn’t give up. They made the plays they had to make. They took advantage of our mistakes.
I really wish we had faked the hand off to Barley on 3rd and 4, and then passed the ball for a first down. USC was waiting on Barkley. I think a play-action fake would have left something open on a quick slant or to the tight end over the middle. The time we ran off the clock by losing yardage on a play doomed to fail turned out to be inconsequential, and a first down would have probably won the game.
I vowed to myself not to play the coulda, shoulda, woulda exercise in futility with this game. But I just did it. I am a bad person.
I hope we can hold on to our coaches, at least for another season. There has already been interest in Morehead and Pry. They are staying for now, but we know how loud money can talk sometimes.
I’m glad I opted not to go to the game. I had my finger poised to purchase tickets, but the total cost of the trip seemed too excessive given my current circumstances. (No one’s paying me to write this tripe anymore!) But that lack of regret is not based on the outcome so much as the Rose Parade weather looked gray and cold, and even the game seemed unseasonably cooler than expected. It would have pissed me the hell off to no end to spend that much money and have to wear a coat in Southern California. And then to lose the game on top of it!
I am blue, though. I really thought they would win this game. I really thought we had it won when we were up 14 points in the waning minutes of the fourth quarter. I even EXPECTED the Trojans to miss the field goal and send the game into over time. It’s not like he hadn’t already missed two kicks. Or maybe we would block it ala Ohio State.
But for some teams, the glass slipper shatters before midnight. There is no prince.
But I think there will be a happily ever after.
It was still a phenomenal and fun season.
And despite losing the Rose Bowl, the future still looks rosy.
I remember feeling this way after losing to Oklahoma in 1985. That loss though, was a springboard to the 1986 undefeated championship season. Could history be repeating itself?
Only time will tell.