Joe Milton could overthrow a government.
Man -- you got it.
I turned that game off after his INT. I've reached the age where I just ain't got time fo' dat. I had it on record -- if we somehow came back and won (unlikely), I could watch it, zip through the half-hour woke commercial breaks, and save myself the dyspepsia.
I kept monitoring the score. Ugh.
Finally turned it back on with 5 left. Down by the final score. Two TDs, we win. Not out of the question.
The first damn play I saw, when I turned it on, was UF 4th and 1 at their 35. We jump offside.
So. Damn. Typical.
No way in hell they were gonna run a play. They set us up: we fell for it.
That's some smart football, huh?
We stopped 'em, though. Get the ball back. Good field position. Three to play (penalty cost us 2 crucial minutes).
Joe moves us downfield like a champ. Good passes, well placed. Get into scoring position -- misses squirrel by a foot. Two other crappy throws. And an uncalled PI.
Ugh.
Joe.
You know what's going to happen, right? Maybe they put Nico in at some point, maybe not.
But somebody's gonna take a chance on Joe in the pros. Either 6th round, or FA.
He's seduced two coaches with that arm. That frame. "That is the making of a GREAT QB."
Some pro team is gonna put him on the roster, see if they can polish the diamond.
Ain't gonna happen.
"Joe -- here is a quarter. Go call your mother, and tell her you'll never be a quarterback."