Wade Fothergill carried nineteen times for ninety-two yards in the conference championship, which is 4.8 a carry from a man who averaged 3.3 across the regular season, and the best day of his nineteen appearances. I claimed he would not reach fifty. That settles wrong, my third in three: the sample moved the week I finally bet against it.
It bought the Cannoneers nothing. The Hellcats outgained them 506 to 308 and won 23-20, and the club that spent a season winning while outgained went out on the afternoon its ground game finally arrived. After the divisional round Fothergill said the game they needed him to play was one he would play again; this was the other game, the one everybody had asked for, and it is the one they lost.
He is twenty-one, and the $1.1 million expires in the spring. That is where the ninety-two yards go next.