There’s a word to describe my state of being during Saturday’s nerve-rattling ACC W over Boston College.
It’s the Yiddish descriptor my mother would use when describing how she’d get so nervous during tight U of L battles, she’d leave her seat at Freedom Hall and walk the corridors when games were close down the stretch.
Shpilkes.
Anxious. On pins and needles. Ants in your pants.
It permeated more or less from the get go.
The Eagles took the opening kickoff and easily drove down field. A wide open pass over the middle for 17 yards.