Setting: University of Tampa athletic facilities. The Hawkeyes are training for the Outback Bowl there, and though the day's practices have long since given way to darkness, the coaches toil in front of a VCR and small TV. The middle-aged men squint at the screen, trying to divine any hint, no matter how small, of how to attack the vaunted Steve Spurrier offense.
Well, now wait, that was off an audible. You think they're keeping those stale for six weeks? Have we seen them actually line up and run it like that? Because otherwise there's no point in building it into Pat's pre-snap checkdown.
Fine, how about this? How about the fact that Spurrier usually uses underneath routes to draw the defender toward what's in front of him and that opens up intermediate routes so USC can make those 10-15 yard passes that have been our one weakness all year?
Later, in his hotel room...
Stupid coaches won't listen to what I have to say. Think I'm so dumb. Who was the one who figured out that Purdue was overplaying the first step and put in those counters that Shonn got so many yards off of, huh? Who figured out that the backside roll out would be so wide open on the last pass before we kicked that field goal to beat PSU?
Meanwhile, in an office across town, an opposing coach fiddles idly with a magnetic depth chart. His phone rings.
After a hasty drive to the Tampa Mall, Spurrier arrives in his rental car, a 2008 Nissan Tampa (hey wait a second). A shadowy figure waits.
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