TexasMDcoach

There is a lot for coach to correct with this young team. They look nothing like his usual team at this point, but I am sure that will get corrected. He was trying to play everyone in that game, and we were comfortably ahead throughout, but the defense especially in transition and on the perimeter was poor. We also do not look as strong in the post.

Vary damning metric.

The Larry Allen Chase down

Agree, would like to see data on all their games vs other crews. That sample size would be a better analysis. Do they just generally call more penalties vs everyone or is there a tilt vs Texas.

Usually out for about 6 months but may take several more months to regain full strength so he may be out as long as until next season. Will affect his spring combine too so suspect he will not participate in certain aspects.

Interesting watch

Soundly stated though I do think Indiana is a very good team.

Clickbait in progress.

I am with Alex, still hoping Cam Coleman proves effective when/if we get our offense rolling. He has had two very memorable drops of sure touchdowns which seriously decreases his perceived value and his blocking at times has been atrocious. One thing is clear; he is no Ryan Wingo. @Bobby Burton thanks for the clarification on Livingstone. Suspected this was the reason he left but had not heard confirmation of this.

As much as I wish otherwise, I think we are past the most important game of the season and onto the point of trying to build gradual improvement and see new players develop for the future. We need a reset.

I remember this well. His name might be Dia Bell.

The better team won today.

Time for critiquing is over , its game time!

Man I hope his numbers progress through the season like Golden's did. I recall he was really good from about this point on.

That Oklahoma drive was aided by two defensive penalties as well (one a bad late hit call).

Good luck. @Bobby Burton is a tough grader 😉

I cannot argue with running more 10 personnel, with the caution that our QB must be willing to settle for the quick dump pass when the other teams rush is going to get to him. He has a propensity for holding the ball too long which creates problems (like the pick 6).

After years of faithful service, my most trusted piece of Texas equipment has officially let me down. It could not overcome a blocked punt for a TD, a pick six and repeated inept drives on a day our play calling failed me. I never thought I’d see the day. After years of unwavering loyalty, countless game days, and more than a few questionable decisions, my lucky Longhorn T-shirt finally failed me. I’m not talking about a little disappointment, either. I’m talking about a full-blown betrayal of biblical proportions for a guy who finds himself living in Oklahoma. That shirt and I had been through everything together. Big wins. Crushing losses. Last-second field goals. Questionable coaching decisions. It had absorbed enough sweat, spilled beverages, dripping hot sauces and nervous energy to qualify as an official University of Texas historical artifact. And through it all, I trusted it. I wore it on game days because, frankly, I had no choice. Somewhere along the way, I became convinced that my shirt possessed supernatural powers. When the Longhorns won, I credited the shirt. When they lost, I blamed myself for not wearing it early enough, washing it incorrectly, or possibly thinking a positive thought about the opposing team. I had rules. Never wear it before pregame. Never let anyone else touch it. Never wash it after a win. And absolutely, under no circumstances, replace it with a newer shirt. Newer shirts are unproven. They haven't earned their burnt-orange stripes. My wife thought I was ridiculous. She suggested that perhaps the players on the field had more influence over the outcome than a faded piece of cotton hanging in my closet. The order we all sit in the TV room could never be altered- could cost us the win. For years, the shirt has delivered. The Longhorns won, and I strutted around like I had personally drawn up the offensive scheme. The Longhorns lost, and I spent the next week explaining that the shirt had been compromised by circumstances beyond my control. Maybe I had sat in the wrong chair. Maybe I had eaten the wrong snack. Maybe the television needed to be turned off and back on. There was always a reasonable explanation, and it was never the shirt's fault. Until now. On the fateful Saturday, I followed my usual routine. I put on the shirt, settled into my favorite spot, stocked up on game-day provisions, and prepared to witness another glorious chapter in Longhorn history. I was too confident. The shirt felt right. The burnt orange was still visible beneath years of wear. The fabric had softened to the consistency of an old dish towel, but that was a good sign. It meant the magic had soaked in. Then the game started. Things went wrong almost immediately. A bad penalty. A missed opportunity. A play call that made me question whether anyone on the coaching staff had ever watched football before. I looked down at my shirt. Nothing. No warmth. No reassuring tingle. Not even a tiny supernatural nudge. Despite me tugging at the collar. I straightened the hem. I even patted the steer-head logo, as though checking whether it was still conscious. I even took off my shoes to see if that would change the momentum but the Longhorns continued to struggle. Finally, I confronted the only logical conclusion. After years of loyal service, this shirt had apparently decided it was tired of carrying an entire football program on its shoulders. No more prime closet space for that baby. To the old T-shirt drawer it now goes. Soon it is on to a new, brighter, cleaner, and completely untested shirt . I plan to wear it next Saturday with cautious optimism and the kind of blind faith that has gotten me into trouble before. Will it bring the Longhorns good luck? Who knows? So I guess in the meantime out team is going to have to learn from this loss and rally to be their best so they never have to have the apron they felt yesterday. I believe this and perhaps a new shirt can get it done. (But if it doesn't, I'm keeping the receipt). Hook 'em Horns! And to my old lucky shirt: Thanks for the memories, you cotton-clad fraud.

Was a horrible call

Definitely against. History needs to be a good teacher.

Indiana

Nice break down CJ.

I have watched this game since the 60's but my favorite moment was in 2008 when trailing 14=-3 and the Sooners had all the momentum, Jordan Shipley returned a kickoff 96 yards for a TD when the Horns, ranked no. 5, knocked off the top ranked Sooners. Colt, Shipley and Quan Cosby had huge days and Texas won 45-35.