Tough loss again. 50 to 3 speaks for itself. Losing our starting right guard and center added to the pain a grief of the beat down Humboldt put on us. I know I was suppose to update the blog after the game, but having to reflect on why we lost I believe is the better way to go. If I was to update right after the game I think there would be a lot of anger and frustration that would be said and words that I could not take back.
The game plan for the week was good. A lot of time and energy was put into it. Humboldt had just come off the biggest win of their season, knocking off Azusa Pacific who just beat Grand Valley, the number two team in the country. If we needed a win it needed to be against these guys to get our season rolling. That wasn't the case.
The struggles with the offensive line have been a lack of consistency, and I'll take a majority of that blame. Although I am not the head offensive line coach, I know I needed to do a better job at putting them into a better position than I have. I won't rant on to much about that issue but I believe that that issue will work itself out.
When you lose, there isn't much to say about the loss except, things need to cleaned up on both sides of the ball. On the offensive side, the run game needs to be established. Not having a solid run game makes you one dimensional and being a one dimensional offense gets you no where. This was best front seven that we have seen so far and would be for the rest of the season. So it was a task I believed our guys could have accomplished, but I don't know if they fully believed in themselves and their play that night showed it. My faith alone in the guys wasn't going to be good enough to get the job done. They needed to believe that they could over come the obstacles ahead and pull out a victory. Coming out at half time would be a different story and the game just got away from us.
I had some unkind words with offensive line that night and they came out at a bad time. The crowd was quiet and I was right in front of families and the administration and they one professor did not like my choice of words that night. I had to write a letter of apology for my conduct and had to pay a visit to administration and apologize for my actions. I get it though, I am in Southern Utah and while the same kind of profane language that is used outside of this state in on the football field is normal, it is not the norm here.
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