Tell you what, the Kool Aid tasted pretty good didn't it? Ninth in the country, second best defense in FBS, ESPN filmin', Sports Illustrated writin', all of it. Hell, the number nine national ranking. The Kool Aid tasted great.
And I'm guilty. I'm guilty of letting us all sip from that fat boy's jug. Two weeks to prepare for a struggling offense and we let them march to the drum of 486 yards and 10/15 third down conversions. That's not what the ninth best team in the country does. That's not what championship teams do.
I'm going to wear this one boys. I'm going to tell you that I let you down. The staff and myself are going to wear this one and we're going to be the hardest working staff in football because that's what we're here to do and that's what you deserve. Will you return that favor?
We recognize that we've got a special group here that can do special things.
We got punched in the mouth. Yes, the proverbial punch in the mouth has left us a little shell shocked. What now? Welp, let's see what kinda character we've got. Let's see what it means to us to have A-R-I-Z-O-N-A across our chest - or visor.
No one ever said it was going to be easy. We're still going to play good football teams in tough places. And we're going to have to stop people on third and louder-than-hell and we're going to have to score when the clock reads "impossible."
So let's get back to work, gentlemen, cause I'll be damned if a beaver's gonna ruin my season.