Well…That Went By Fast.


Can a football season be dissected down to 4 plays? No. No one in their right mind would do such a thing.

1: USC- First play of the campaign is a 90 yard kickoff return for a TD.

2: ND- A blown non-call brings a pick-six kerfluffle, absolutely flipping the world upside down.

3: CU- Boundry safety commits early to wrong gap for an 89 yard touchdown run.
(You probably thought it was gonna be our gunners overrunning the 77 yard punt return.)

4: WFU- Yes. The fumble at the plane.

…Only in a vacuum.

Now,I promise you. I had no intention of posting the following, but it occurred to me that the two previous times that I did…We whipped some Tarhole ass. Of course you are most welcomed to scroll straight on through.
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WHERE WERE YOU WHEN FIRST
SHUNNING THE BABY BLUE?

I know where I was when it came to me, and if you feel like listening, I’ll tell you the story.

OK then…

I was in Kenan Stadium on the third Saturday afternoon in September of 1972. This 18 yr. old freshman from Western New York was, now completely healthy, understood what the hell I was supposed to be doing out there, dressed out, and on the depth charts for the first time as a varsity football player for the Red and White from NC STATE!

Actually, that day, it was white over white with red lids and trim, white wristbands to the elbow and white spats. (Modified to go no higher than the ankles. Holtz rules on spats. ) Dressed to impress, like any receiver worth his salt!

The Heels were ranked. We had tied Maryland in the opener and beaten Syracuse, and were on exactly nobody’s radar. There I was, with a couple hundred Monarch butterflies ingested at pre game meal, surrounded in light blue, with more than a fair share of red. Was I breathing it all in? You bet your rear end, I was.

Shoot, I’m getting ahead of myself. The question to the lead was…” first shunned.” Let’s back up a bit.

Midway through gearing up for practice on the first Monday before Carolina, in the bowels of Reynolds Coliseum, I noted a lack of jocularity coming from the upperclassmen side of the locker room. The familiar, often loud, good natured insults, and tales from Saturday night’s post game exploits, were missing.
We freshman never cut up, reserving the smarts to not draw undo attention upon our rookie dumbasses. Well, we sorta’ did, in whisper-tone, amongst ourselves, but we mostly wanted to hear what was goin’ on a couple of rows over. There was not much to pick up this day. Not for me anyway, until we hit the practice field.

After quick drills, which were Lou’s form of calisthenics…hands to the helmet, hands to the thigh pads in 100 man unison, we broke into positional units like we always did prior to game plan practice.
For we wideouts, it pretty much consisted of pairing up and throwing the ball to each other for about ten minutes with the frustratrated QB in us, doing his best to make the partner try and come up with the most ridiculous sideline catch ever.

On this day, Steve Lester was my partner. Steve Lester was the  “other” starting senior wideout in 1972. It was Lester who taught me how to recognize and take out a pitch man. It was his voice that was particularly missing back in the dressing room earlier, too.

Before I threw my first pass to him that day, I heard him say, “Angelo.”

I kinda looked at him funny, like I expected more to follow.

“Lou Angelo,” as he snatched my quite less than perfect spiral.

When I asked him what heck he was talking about, I received no answer, just a nifty little zipper about 3 inches off the ground. Wideout coach, Brian Burke, eventually broke up our quarterback fantasy with a round of ” who wants the ball more.” You know…toss the football up like a basketball tip-off and get it. The drill went pretty much silent before Holtz’s whistle blew, signaling us to  “Line it up!”

Practice was routine that day, getting the package for Saturday’s gamer installed. After dinner, the offense watched a little film of the Carolina defense versus Maryland’s from the past weekend.

The thing about film was that for the wideouts, there really wasn’t a whole lot of information to be gathered. Very few teams ran the Twin Veer, so it was tough picking up tendencies watching a future opponent defend an I-formation. The best you could do is try and find the pitchman in zone and man coverage. The problem is, sometimes the outside LB was it, sometimes the strong safety, and even the DE. You never really knew until the play was in motion against the Veer.

Maybe midway through the session, I saw a safety, # 11, put a wicked hit on a back that had lined up as a flanker. A bunch of “oohs” followed the play from the room.

Someone muffled, “there’s your boy, Pat.” That didn’ t seem to go over very well.

“Fuck him.” That came from Lester. I looked over at Pat Kenney for a reaction.

Nope. Nothin’. Maybe a squint. The session soon ended, and for the second time that day, I was left with this question mark balloon over my noggin. I wanted to ask what just happened back there, but as a freshman dressing out for the first time, I felt that if they don’t tell ya straight off, ya don’t ask.

Tuesday’s practice was quite remarkable. The guys were really getting at it with each other. It was a mean practice, filled with plenty of expletive adjectives and verbs being tossed around, usually describing Carolina. I was beginning to think that this might not be just another game to win. 

Over dinner, Don Buckey broke a silence at our freshman round table. “Hey. Who is Lou Angelo? ” I looked up and asked him where he had heard that name. “Steve Lester said it to me today. He wouldn’t tell me who it was.” I told Buckey about hearing the name from Steve the day before, but knew nothing either.

As we walked out of Case for the evening, I spied Lester. I had to know. I gave Buck a head twitch and we caught up to the guy with the answer. Buck said it first.

” Who is Lou Angelo? ”

Lester looked at us like we had leprosy or sumpthin’.

” He broke his jaw! On a cheap hit! ” Lester was pointing, pointing up ahead at Pat Kenney. He what? Pat? Pat Kenney, our all everything? The player I had hoped to emulate? Broke his jaw on a cheap hit?
… Angelo, now I got it. Number 11.

Boys and girls, by Wednesday, I had a whole new take on Saturday’s game. I not only was flushed by the prospects of playing in my first college game, but understood that I was now involved in some thick subplots. I was beginning to catch the current of utter despise for the coming opposition. Should I play Saturday, I had developed a notion to find a way to make Lou Angelo look bad. If the situation were to present itself, make him pay without doing something cheap. Scoring, or even receiving one on him woulda’ fit the bill.

Midway through the third quarter, Carolina went up by 14. We came right back with a TD of our own. That’s the way the game had been going all afternoon. They’d pull ahead, and we’d come back within striking distance. We played from behind, but we played with confidence. I had managed to play two complete series by the end of the third quarter. They were very unremarkable minutes. Nothing really came my way. Most of the plays were spent running off the corner , peeling back and chasing to get a pad on someone.

At the outset of the 4th quarter, Carolina had punted and we took possession. Holtz threw up two fingers, meaning I was about to get another series. We moved the ball pretty well, with Roland Hooks picking up most of those yards out to about midfield. We stalled though. On a 3rd and long, I finally had a chance to make a play. I ran a sharp 5-yard slant and had no one in front of me. It just wasn’t meant to be, as Dave Buckey’s pass got batted down at the line of scrimmage. Down seven, we had to punt.

I held my block until the thud and headed downfield, one eye on the ball, the other on anything in pastel. Pat Korsnick had kicked a beauty. It was high, deep, and to my side.

At around the 10 yard line I picked up the ball again. The return man was backing off, this one was gonna’ be mine baby! Inside the 5! At that moment, I got lambasted. Hit from the side and behind my knees, my arms stretched forward while my legs were planted several inches into the sod. The ball trickled into the end zone.

I was pissed! As I reached behind me to yank the sonofabitch that just drilled me off my legs, I saw two things at once. On the shoulder pads of the player was emblazoned numeral eleven. On the ground next to me was a pretty, little, yellow hankie. We untangled and I got up first on shell-shocked pins. I extended a hand to pull #11 up along with the words,  “helluva play Lou.” Something else was uttered about cheap shot, maybe his mother, too. 
Personal Foul…Illegal block…Half the distance to the goal line.

The defense kept ’em right down there and on 4th down, Mike Stultz did what he did best that year. He took their punt to the house, man, 27-27 with eight minutes and change to go.

The Tar Heels mounted a time consuming drive and with under 2 minutes left, punched it in for the go ahead score. Lou collected the offense and exclaimed, “Hey! hey! It’s alright. We’re gonna’ score here!” Then down the field the O went, with a Bruce Shaw bullet here and a Bruce Shaw bullet there. I think we had a big gainer on a draw by Willie Burden, too. Our execution behind the likes of that line of Druschel, Yoest, Everett, Blanchard and Sitterle, was magnificent. With 00:02 and the ball resting on Carolina’s 26, we used our last time out.

Shaw came over to the sideline, and we gathered, straining to hear the call. Of course, the guys on the sideline were a wreck, with the Baptist boys praying and the Catholic boys ( including me, maybe just me) trying to cut deals with St. Anthony. The rest of the faiths put theirs on the offense.

” Right 86.”  Lou released his grip on Shaw. The play put Lester split wide to the left on the line of scrimmage. TE Harvey Willis would occupy a safety with a shallow drag from the right, and Pat Kenney would be flanked wide off from him. Steve would run a skinny post. Pat would be off to the races on a fly.

It…seemed… like…the… ball… hung… in… space… forever, near the back corner of the endzone. To my line of sight, there was nothing but that baby blue in the area.

It’s still all in slow motion as I recall to you, when superman, sans cape, but with a big red 25 on his chest, flew from nowhere, between the mass of Crayola Cornflower, and over # 11.

Touchdown, Pat Kenney! With the clock at 00:00 and the scoreboard at 34-33, and the crowd in anguish mixed with holy glee, Holtz managed to get the entire team together on the sidelines. “Men, its up to you. Go for the tie or go for two? ” You probably already know the answer to that question. Lou did, too.

Holtz called for a middle screen meant for Charley Young , and then added an unusual twist. He inserted Buck at QB.

The play failed… miserably. Later in the locker room, Lou would tell us that the play was the worst he’d ever called.

Yeah, we were hurt, but we were also fiercely proud heading off the grid to the field house.

As we made our way on the cinder track to that field house, the Carolina band’s horn section was lined up on the edge of that track serenading us with a mocking rendition of “Old MacDonald.” As I passed in front of the tuba section, one blasted off a note not 12 inches from my ear hole. I don’t know what possessed me, but I bent over, grabbed a handful of gravel, and rammed it right down that fat bastard’s horn.

From that day forward, I developed a discretionary chart on lighter shades of blue, mostly followed with curled lips.

About TheCOWDOG

Multiple ACC Championship ring bearer...If they had given us rings back then, that is. Famous for being Lou Holtz's favorite target...of flying clipboards, and responsible for the creation of wholey new obscenities off the tongue of Sam Esposito, between and outside the white lines. Son of a HoF basketball coach.

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    TheCOWDOG
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    See…I don’t think frame/size has damn thing to do with Hines. He rolled an ankle and got dinged on the dome.

    What has that to do with structure?
    That wasn’t meant as a rhetorical snap back.
    Others have brought it up, too.

    The kid is a fire hydrant in trousers. Not a bowling ball, but he has no problems with hits that I can see. Anyone here ever returned kicks?

    I did plenty in HS, one at State and not as the deep guy. Sheer pandemonium!

    #127348

    McCallum
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    5-9, 197 is not your typical 20 carry per game runner.

    And returning kicks on top of that.

    Methinks Coach Dave had better get some better talent in here or Hines will be picking up trash after the games in addition to his other duties.

    The wideouts can’t stretch the field and no other running back shows burst. It appears they are possession type ball catchers. Lose Hines and you lose the distance play.

    McCallum

    #127349

    choppack1
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    Cow – nyheim is a great return man and became a great running back in short order.

    But this is the NFL we are talking about here and in the words of Bill Parcell the most important ability is availability. Nyheim was ultimately unavailable for our 2 most important games.

    It may not have been his call – but you can be darn sure the scouts noticed. He may need to come back next year just to get his due.

    Me, I think he is awesome. He’s obviously pretty sharp – he has played multiple positions. He’s obviously tough – he gave it a go vs Clemson. He didn’t nalinger after Wake. But, he played 2 cold weather games this year and got hurt in both. Number crunchers will notice that stuff.

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    choppack1
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    And I aint going to argue with you about the courage of returning kicks.

    #127351

    TheCOWDOG
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    Y’all missed my point, completely.

    #127352

    Pack1997
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    It would be interesting to see the numbers on how many backs actually make it through a full 12 game season without getting banged up and how many carries a game they averaged. My assumption without looking at the numbers is any most back who touches the ball as many times as Hines did get banged up a bit with something lingering. With that being said, if he does end up leaving early so be it, the kid has made all of us proud and would do well in the NFL.

    #127353

    Fastback68
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    Obviously, the NFL loves speed. Hines is a multi-position player. I think he will get graded pretty high. Hines is going to risk injury to himself and his earnings potential just to show he can remain injury free? What does he really have to prove from an on the field performance standpoint? Another 1,000 yards? Can’t wait to read about his NFL feedback.

    #127354

    tractor57
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    Lifespan for a ball carrier in the NFL averages 5 years. I don’t think Hines will be much different. Quality guy, strong will, talent but in the end it will come down to injuries. Is his frame the cause? Not likely.

    #127355

    Texpack
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    My son from tOSU, who watched a lot of CFB, commented to me this season that Hines would play on Sundays. He tends to poo poo all things NC State Football, so that at least made me consider the possibility that Hines can play in the NFL. The scouts will question his frame size but when they put together the 52 man, a guy that can return like he does and play RB or the slot is going to get a lot of consideration. He is a very good inside runner. The stereotype of a sprinter turned football player is a guy who is much better in space. I do think one more year of physical maturity will help his draft stock a lot.

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    McCallum
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    I got the point THECOWDOG but chose to ignore it.

    McCallum

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    ryebread
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    freshman: Hines is pretty ripped. I think he’s a great balance of speed and power where he’s at right now.

    My guess is you see him in the JSam position next year. Gallaspy or the freshman better be ready to carry the rock.

    #127406

    eas
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    According to ESPN, DD is in Discussions with UT for the HC job. Looks like he was 3rd in line and now he is the new talk of the Town for UT.

    #128342

    mak4dpak
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    Just trounced ASU in the Sun Bowl, basketball going on, and wrestling team excelling, yet still we have the UNC blog, and a poll on who should be the next men’s basketball coach. One moderator. Such a drastic change from last year. Still at a loss, as I had come to expect weekly updates on State fans nation, and it just ain’t happening. Sure miss the way it used to be on here.

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