Two weeks ago, Western Michigan came out on the short end of a 19-2 game to Eastern Michigan. Today they came to Iowa City with a 3-7 record and walked away with an easy 28-19 win.
The margin should actually have been larger than what it was. The Broncos have put up some big numbers this year. With the exception of the Eastern Michigan game of course. So we knew they could score points. That's a scary thought when the Hawks have all kinds of trouble just converting 3rd downs. Finding the endzone is damned near impossible. Western racked up 489 yards of offense on the formerly stout Iowa defense. They did so through the air and on the ground seemingly with little effort.
Again it was Iowa's anemic offense that made this game all but over when the Broncos jumped out to a 19-0 lead . Throughout the game WMU ran the screen play to perfection on the Hawks making it look easy.
It's time for some brutal honesty. Kirk Ferentz needs to sit down with our QB Jake Christenson and give him the "cool hand Luke" treatment.
"What we've got here is..........failure to communicate. Some men you just can't reach. So you get what we had this week and almost every week. Holding the ball in the pocket WAAAAYY too long. Missing wide open receivers by throwing 3 feet over their heads or short hopping it to them. Which is the way he wants it. Well, he gets it. And I don't like it any more than you men."
Jake, just like Cool Hand Luke, it's time for you to spend a night in the box. The failed experiment is over. Bring on the Marvin McNutt era. I for one, cannot go through another season with Christenson at the helm. Sometimes he's good. Most times he's gawd-awful. Today was most times.
It is what it is, I guess. We're 6-6 overall. 4-4 in the Big Ten. A mediocre record for a mediocre team.
Let's move on. Past the losses. Past the horrific QB. Past the anemic offense. Past the usually darned good defense. Past the injuries. Past the off-field shenanigans and arrests. Past the ever-reliable Albert Young and Damian Sims. Past the controversial Ken O'Keefe. And yes, past the tailgates.
So long buddy, see ya' next year. (sigh)