Well … at least it wasn't eleventy-hundred to zilch. Because yesterday I said it wouldn't be, and by God it wasn't.
It was only, um, 65-7.
Sixty-five to seven, a certified rump-roasting, and by the end I swear Georgia was sending n the late Vince Dooley to play quarterback. Herschel Walker and his poor scrambled brain was the running back, unless it was Charlie Trippi. Some guy wearing a papier mache Bulldog head was pulled out of the stands to play wide receiver.
Oh, look. He just scored.
Just about everyone with a University of Georgia connection scored before it was mercifully finished, and TCU lay as smooshed as a lot of folks figured the Horned Frogs would be. Turns out they were as overmatched as it looked on paper. Even the TCU players admitted afterward the Bulldogs were on a different level.
So score one for the on-paper crowd, and go ahead, laugh at those of us who got caught up in all that Horned Frog mythology. Destiny, schmestiny, as it turned out. Stetson Bennett and Brock Bowers and all the rest knew what you could do with your destiny.
The numbers are painful. Georgia ground out 32 first downs; TCU managed just nine. The Bulldogs piled up 589 total yards; TCU scraped out just 188. The Dawgs were 10-of-14 on third and fourth down; the Frogs converted 2-of-13.
If nothing else it was Exhibit A for why the CFP is expanding the playoffs to 12 teams, because it at least will give all the Power 5 conference champions a place at the table before Georgia, Alabama, Ohio State and Michigan inevitably square off in the Final Four. No outliers like TCU need apply, because they'll have been disposed of during the first round or the quarterfinals.
Although it would be fun to see a TCU make another magical run occasionally before getting steamrolled by reality. Call me a romantic.
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