You’re right on the talent mis-match, although, I think it’s more of a depth issue than a talent issue. The players UT has have plenty of talent, but there just aren’t enough of them. VT is playing with a full roster, while UT is playing with only 62 scholarship players.

As far as heading for the locker room, the clock read zero. Yes, they reviewed it and added 2 seconds, but they shouldn’t have. The reason I say that (and it goes the same for the Texas/Nebraska game) is that 2 seconds run off the clock after ever play that stops it. If you don’t believe it, just pick any game you may have on your DVR and check it out. They never go back and add those seconds back in, nor do they reset the clock when it starts running and they stop the play with a deadball flag. If they’re not going to do it every time, they shouldn’t ever do it. That’s my only point. They only put those seconds back on the clock when it’s the end of a half and a team is in FG range. I heard about them doing it at the end of the TX/Neb game, but this game is the first time I’ve ever actually witnessed it. Somebody needs to understand that the clock doesn’t stop when the players knee goes down, it stops when the official signals it to stop. I’ve seen some high school games where the home team gets the benefit of the clock operator’s hair-trigger when they need the time, and the clock seems to anticipate the need to stop.

This matchup made sense from a fan-base standpoint. In terms of talent, though, this was an obvious mismatch.

This is my first time watching Tennessee in depth this year. I am less than impressed with Lane Kiffin’s playcalling. (And I’m being charitable there.) Absent the big plays, this game is a rout.

The move to send his team to the locker room after the long pass play just before the half was classless. I think we’re getting a sense of why the SEC is annoyed with Kiffin. (Sorry, Lane, it’s not because you’re as good as you think you are. It’s because you’re a pandering twit.)

The torrent included a number of versions of the word that I employ most readily whenever I watch Duke play basketball.

The paint on the walls of our living room is blistered.