Connor Shaw almost slipped.
He almost tripped over the unseen turf-monster that has emerged from the shadows of used-rubber-tire-darkness and claimed many a toe or a heel of a player, and crash landed them in an unceremonious, helmeted heap. As the Gamecocks’ QB dropped back, with time burning low on the clock and his coach’s perma-smirk firmly affixed to his lips, the words “poor clock management” were still ringing in the viewers’ ears.
But Shaw didn’t slip.
Instead…
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