DJTILT said:
I live in Memphis
what up neighbor? bbq ribs for breakfast and a little penn st football?
"I must be in ireland, because my penus is dublin"
This one looks like an old fashioned rugby match here, both teams have senior leadership on the defense, particularily the linebacker corps, and secondary. Yards will come chopped up in short gains. Penn St has done well to patch the holes up front with seasoned fills, and hackenburg will be improved this year.
UCF program didn't start until 1979 and has made great strides in it's short tenure. Incredible year last season with a scrappy bunch. I won't overemphasize the bortles departure, but the knights do step down in class at the signal caller position. Loss of Storm toting the rock may also prove to be an early season adjustment.
It's almost implausible to think ucf is favored over the nittany, but my how the lions have tumbled. JoePa is all but forgotten and 50 years of dedication is wiped clean from existence in all of america, with the exception of one place - happy valley. Penn St has a boatload of tradition, and the players they have now are likely to live storied lives and forever enshrined in the local area.
O'Leary is pretty much known as a cheat, due to notre lame resume pad; but is pretty solid as a coach. They have a litany of prospects due to being in florida and get high recruits. Program standards are not tops, so admission and criterion for athetics is pretty forgiving. UCF coaching staff has stayed intact, as they look to build; proving last year was no fluke.
Franky is a motivator and solid dude and runs a clean program. First year could be an adjustment, as big X is different style of play. However, the core essence of lion football is lining 'em up and running the ball - so it's not (nor never was) an intricate system. This should make things easier for the new staff.
Mistakes and turnovers will rue the day here, as both line up a power run formation and square off against a solid defense. Game management liable to be cruicle, in understand % of down & distance. It has all the makings for a grunge match, and really don't see the final being of great seperation (although I could be wrong). Last year's thriller had a different cast of characters, and i expect this one to be a little more tepid. I would like some under, but that ship has sailed, as it now sits at 44 and a hey; which moves the limbo stick a little too low for me liking.
fwiw, i took some penn st plus 2 yesterday; but to be truthful - probably more due to an action bet and something to watch as I clean up the shop for when the hogs open up a can of whoop ass on the tigers this afternoon. Secondly, there is part of me that wants to believe in the resurrection of the nittany lion program. Do you believe? Not completely sold that I do, but rolling the bones in this one. GL
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