John Kelly is a Beast

For some reason Lyle doesn't recognize what he has in this running back. Lyle must have zoned out what was happening before his very eyes. Maybe he has ADD: for some inexplicable reason, Tennessee’s coaches called three consecutive pass plays when it was first and goal, second and goal, third and goal and whoops! An interception killed off anything that remotely looked like a positive drive. Three pass plays, with John Kelly in the backfield.
Three.
And they did that TWICE. Once in the third quarter, and again in the fourth with the game on the line. Once again, I proved to be an unfortunately and accidentally good prophet. Our coaches didn’t adapt their game plan, and went right back to the exact same play calling that cost the Vols the earlier touchdown.
By the time the smoke cleared, the entire momentum of the game had shifted to a Florida team with an absolutely God-awful offense and a defense that had been on its last leg from being on the field so long…and yet still won despite the poor coaching on their side of the field.
So now come…the questions. Vol Nation has a lot of questions for Butch Jones and his staff. Funny part of that is that the answer was staring them right in the face the whole game.
To win clutch games, gentlemen, you have to feed the beast.
Sometimes, a player comes along that is just indomitable, who refuses to just give up on anything?—?a play, a drive, a game.
John Kelly is that player, and John Kelly is a beast. When the chips are down, when the game is on the line, when everything is in jeopardy the offensive playbook should read as following: FEED THE BEAST.
The Beast doesn’t always have to be Kelly, although in today’s game he most certainly was in serious beast mode. Sometimes, the beast may be Marquez Callaway. Or Josh Smith. Or Ethan Wolf. Whoever the beast may be, feed him.
Because feeding the beast leads to wins.
In Gainesville today, John Kelly was the beast.
And our coaching staff let him and the rest of the players who put it all out there on the field down horribly.
Today’s game against Florida was the absolute worst play-calling I have ever seen. EVER. The way the Vols lost was embarrassing. Jim McElwain is lucky he was only the second-worst coach on the field and got saved by a panicked heave-ho that shouldn’t have mattered in the slightest, and that almost certainly shouldn’t have been caught for a touchdown.