This was bound to happen.
At least, that’s how it felt. Ever since the East Carolina game, I felt like I’ve been spending this season waiting for the other shoe to drop. This whole year has felt rickety, like the Bulls were one or two plays away from collapsing at the seams and finishing 9-4 or 8-5 or some Leavitt Trademark Record again. On Friday night it finally happened, and even though USF was competitive until the final whistle, you had a feeling something rotten was in the air from the Owls’ opening drive, where they converted third down after third down, marching down the field for a field goal and chewing up half of the first quarter in one big blow.