O h, Larry. I really thought we were done. We’re on the verge of this getting old, fast, but you leave me no choice.
After you and your Tar Heels escaped Pittsburgh Saturday with a 40-35 win, you stood at the podium in Kenan, a view of the field to your right, and opened up an honest view into your heart.
On 4th-and-2, at the 29-yard line, down by one, you were faced with the biggest decision you’ve made since wondering how many crunches were too many crunches.
“I didn’t plan on kicking a field goal,” you said. “I planned on scoring.”
For those who are woefully unaware of the fundamentals of football yet inexplicably care enough to be reading this column, a field goal is worth three points. When you get points in sports, most people like to call that “scoring.”
But you’re not most people, Larry, and your kicking unit is not most kicking units.
It takes a special special teams to be the butt of the joke when the opponents’ kicker is — and I’m not making this up — named Chris Blewitt. But they managed.
They managed, this season, to hit field goals at a rate worse than James Michael McAdoo hits free throws. That’s special.