Though Anderson sometimes said that Arkansas State was “Building a Monster,” he was not interested in creating monsters out of his players. He was interested in building up men. Let the Saban’s of the world create football machines.
Author: Jeremy Harper
We got The Shaft, fellow suckers! We showed the Power Five how to play through COVID-19, and all we got in return was a pat on the head. We were the canary in the mind shaft; our reward for living was to be put back into our cage
The first game under Coach Perkins was a 0-49 loss to Toledo. The Indians didn’t score a single point until game 4, against Southern Illinois in Jonesboro. I was at that historic game. The moment we scored, a message appeared on the scoreboard “WE FINALLY SCORED!” It was cause for celebration. We rode that score to a 42-38 victory.
Bonner and Hatcher are essentially the same The Guy, matching nearly perfectly on the statistic sheet. Sometimes, Hatcher had the hot hand. Sometimes it was Bonner. Both earned the staring job and neither earned the bench.
Minutes before the game, Red Wolves fans received this special kick to the junk: Immediately, the Warhawks/Red Wolves […]
It’s easy to gauge Adams’ greatness because we just witnessed the greatness of Omar Bayless, who turned in the best season of any NCAA receiver in 2019. Their games are similar. Opposing secondaries regard them with identical terror. Neither dominated until their Senior years. Both receivers made corners and safeties look like junior varsity apprentices.
There was the close-but-no cigar loss to Nebraska. An embarrassing meltdown against SMU. A listless home loss to Appalachian State. We were destroyed in nationally aired games against Georgia and Alabama by a combined 112-7. In that three-season window, we lost to Louisiana and South Alabama twice.
The celestial asteroid that destroys football programs, thy name is Apathy. You can see its glowing brightness growing […]
Aside from a mostly disastrous string of trick plays, Anderson’s “soft and fun” style of play has taken the program onto a winding journey to the Sun Belt’s Basement. The three-man rush, the coverage cushion, the even-snap two-man QB rotation reveals a team that is indecisive and without confidence.
That’s Texas State, the sworn hated, loathed and despised arch nemesis of the Red Wolves. Out, vile jelly! Hold me back, Red Wolves fans! Don’t allow my burning passions to become criminal at the mere thought of San Marcos and their lazy rivers and ceremonial keg tappings. A pox upon you, bros and Bobcats!
Howlraiser 