Adventures in Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda Land
Editor’s Note: Dave “Fizzy” Weinraub is a former Temple player and later a coach and educator. His recaps are a staple during the season.
By Dave (Fizzy) Weinraub
Well, it’s the day after… and I can’t begin to tell you how disappointed I am with the Temple coaching staff. But first, kudos to the excellently coached Villanova team, and especially their offensive line, which kicked the crap out of our defense.
Part of the reason their offensive line was so effective is that, once again, we didn’t adjust or do anything different than mostly stay in the basic four-man down line, that we always do. Their traps and mis-direction plays consistently killed us. Our guys were always positioned exactly where Villanova knew they’d be.
As far as our offense is concerned, I could take any write-up I did last year, and plug it directly into yesterday’s game. The 2018 version of the 2017, junior high, “Broad-Street Offense,” was exactly the same. No mis-direction, no reverses, no bootlegs, no throw-backs to the QB, no halfback passes, and no screens. It was straight down Broad Street crap.
Oh yeah, I know you’ll say if Frankie didn’t throw the interceptions, we’d have won. Maybe so, but that’s not the problem. The coaching staff is the problem. With all our talent, just the same old vanilla nonsense – never inventive plays to put the ball in the hands of our big play guys. Let’s give just one lack of recognition on either side of the ball.
On defense, the giant Villanova left tackle (No. 73), would be the only protector when Nova would go strong right. All we had to do to get to the QB, was put our defensive tackle head-up, and take an inside route. Out linebacker to that side could then just loop around. Didn’t our coaches see that?
On offense in the first quarter, Frankie handed off a sweep to Armstead and carried out the fake to the left side. There was absolutely no Nova defenders on that side of the field. So I figured they saw that upstairs, and would come back with a bootleg sometime soon. Wrong! The last true bootleg was when Joe Morelli ran it in 1960.
How about the lack of guts of the offensive coordinator. In the beginning of the second quarter, we moved the ball out to our forty-two, where we had a third and three situation. Of all the plays in all the gin joints in the world, we ran that deceptive Armstead up-the-gut for a one yard gain. Now it’s fourth and two. You know we punted the ball.
In the last quarter with another fourth and two, but at their thirty-something, again a chicken-out and a field goal try. OMG, should we take a chance and see if we can ignite the offense and put the game out of reach?
Now we get to the timeouts at the end of the game. With two minutes and thirty-two seconds left in the game, Nova has a third and ten around our forty. I’m going nuts screaming timeout (we had two left), but it didn’t happen. Collins let seventy (70) seconds run off before we got the ball back. May I remind everyone, the offense can stop the clock whenever they want, but not the defense. He then so muddled the timeout calls after that, I didn’t know what he did.
Well sports fans, this kind of muddled coaching is now into it’s second year. I’m pissed beyond description. I was going to hire an airplane to fly a trailer over the Eagles game on September 23, which read, “JEFF – LOWER TEMPLE RENT.” It’s going to cost $1750, and I was going to ask everyone to contribute what they can. Now, I don’t know. Is anyone a shrink? How do I get over this depression? This coaching staff is stealing money on game day.
Wednesday: Ancillary Impact
Friday: Buffalo Preview