I feel the picture above to be wholly inclusive of what this weekend's scrimmage against Wofford represents. Either Wofford comes in and puts on a frilly lace collar and we CATZhandle them like the green and white dream machine that we are. Or we get to look at Terrier naughty bits and our season is over before it starts. I could rant and rave about the stupidity of playing FCS teams but I won't. All I'll say is if we win, who cares. If we lose, ALL HOLY HELL THE SHIP IS SINKING, THE SHIP IS SINKING!
RAWRCATZ! should use this as an opportunity to sharpen their claws for when the MAC schedule starts off next week. Ideally, Boo Jackson spends the first half shaking off the rust and doesn't see the field in the second half. Ideally, King Solich death stares half of Wofford's team and you can get 'em all a body bag. Ideally... ehh, who am I kidding? You don't think the season starts this week either.
Alright, onto the prognosticating, because this scrimmage already feels like a fool's errand.
Wofford Strengths:
Who
Gives
Two
Farts?
Weaknesses:
Playing the RAWRCATZ!
No answers for rejuvenated Boo
Peden Stadium doesn't put up with this crap
Seeing as how the starters will probably only play 2 1/2ish quarters, I'm willing to bet that the score doesn't get too out of hand. With that being said, this will be over when Rufus takes the field.
RAWRCATZ! 38 - Wofford 10
Bring on the Rockettes.
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