As I saw Adrian Martinez trotting onto the field after the opening kickoff, I turned to my daughter and exclaimed “HERE WE GO!” Scott Frost’s high tempo offense was about to debut, and after three years of Danny Langsdorf, I was more than ready for this.
Then I saw a guy in a red shirt run onto the field from the southwest corner, wildly waving his arms frantically. Everyone seemed to stop, and then Akron’s players started retreating to the tunnel they had just come through five minutes before. And we could pretty much assume what Butch Hug was trying to say.