How, exactly, did that happen? Boise State, arguably the best team in all of college football, the most complete, well-rounded squad we’ve seen all year, utterly fell apart in Reno like a drunken gambler who couldn’t afford to play in Vegas. Up 24-7 after the half, and with a chance to win the game with two seconds remaining on a 26-yard field goal, and the Broncos couldn’t do it. Couldn’t, freaking, do it.
What happened Nevada? We thought you were cool, man. Thought you were a bro we could hang with, maybe ya know, get chill with. We thought you were down. Clearly we were wrong, man. You’re just another good-time hating, BCS-lovin’ square. We were all having fun trying to blow this whole thing up, starting a revolution and you had to go and do The Man’s work.
So thanks Nevada, you’re our version of Sirhan Sirhan. You’ve taken away our shining hope and left us with only TCU. And that’s like leaving us with Hubert Humphrey and praying for votes against the powers that be. The Horned Frogs just aren’t enough against the coalition that stands in our way.
I used to like Colin Kaepernick and his band of miscreants from Nevada. Now that I’ve tasted their steel in my back, I no longer have any love for the Wolf Pack.