COMMENTARY
It’s been said that you’ll see everything if you live long enough. And after everything I saw in Thursday night’s Baylor-West Virginia game, I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve already lived so long that Wilford Brimley was one of my high school classmates.
A random, disjointed game deserves random, disjointed thoughts, so here they are.
How did that happen?
I’ve jogged my memory trying to think of another instance in which I saw a team take a delay of game prior to a crucial late field goal with a full complement of timeouts still sitting in its back pocket.