This past Saturday fans and foes said goodbye to one of the greatest running backs in college football history.
Adrian Peterson, the sensational junior running back for Oklahoma, was all over the national news this week and for all the right reasons. Adrian had never been able to play a competitive game, either in high school or college, in front of his father who was only recently released from prison. And, in a tragic twist of irony, dad's first game was his son's last. Peterson broke his collarbone after diving into the endzone for his second touchdown of the day against Iowa State.
Peterson had been running roughshod over the Cyclones defense all day long, putting the Sooners in front 34-9. But his day, his season, and his career at Oklahoma ended in the fourth quarter of an anti-clicmatic conference game.
No Heisman. No national title.
This caps off a forgettable football season for the Sooners who, without a doubt, had one of the hardest luck campaigns in recent memory.
Peterson, in spite of his team's shortcomings and his latest injury, is the best college football player I have ever had the pleasure to watch. He possesses a truly unique blend of speed and power that will make him millions in the NFL--where he will undoubtedly be playing next year.
Find me a college football player at any position who was the best at his position every single season he laced-up his cleats. There are only a scant few. Peterson finished second in the Heisman voting as a freshman, and was well on his way to winning it outright this year.
In short, college football lost the kind of player that is all but impossible to replace.
The only consolation for Sooners fans is this: AD left Oklahoma from roughly the same placed he started--in the endzone.
Semi-random ramblings from the ethereal edge of...ahh forget it.
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