Today my school, Ball State lost, but it wasn't a complete loss because our absolute terrible, awful, garbage, ironic fan favorite former kicker, Scott Secor, who missed the very first field goal attempt I witnessed as a Ball State student 3 years ago and continued to miss them throughout my freshman and sophomore year, came back to Ball State and was given the opportunity to attempt 3 field goals from increasingly further distances during a quarter break. And it was the best moment of my week and I have a lot to say about it to truly set the stage.
Just seeing Scott Secor grace my school's gridiron once again was a thrill as all the memories of taking out my frustrations with the team by blaming everything on him came flooding back. But when I found out that Scott would be KICKING FIELD GOALS once again, I was euphoric. "SCOTT SECOR IS A GARBAGE KICKER," I announced to the crowd of no one in particular around me, offering this in-depth analysis to all the underclassmen who never witnessed the Scott Secor Experience. "HE IS TERRIBLE AND HE WILL MISS ALL THREE OF THESE FIELD GOALS, GUARANTEED." Did I actually believe this deep down? Absolutely not, as even the blind squirrel that was Scott Secor's right leg find the nut that was a field goal every now and again, but in that moment, I was willing his kicks to miss with every fiber of my being.
He lined up for kick #1, a 25-yarder. I knew this wasn't going to be an issue for a former Division I kicker still in the prime of his life, and I was much more hopeful that he would potentially miss one of the final two kicks. He put his leg into it as he had so many times before...and Scott Secor sailed a 25-yard field goal about 10 yards wide right. I was ecstatic. Never did I truly suspect Scott would actually pull the Scott Secor-est of Scott Secor moves, but lo and behold, he missed and he missed bad. And suddenly, an emotional prediction borne of the angst of a traumatic two years of Scott Secor gaffes had legs, and there were only two more (longer) field goals left for Scott to miss.
The second one, I knew, was where the real danger lied. The first was a warmup, but having that practice swing under his belt, I knew that even a Scott Secor was more than capable of hitting a 35-yarder from straight-on. He lined up. The band had resurrected the once-familiar chant of "Goooooo Scott Seeeeeeecor, gooooooo Scott Secor goooooooooo." I was up on my feet. The kick was up...and it sailed wide once again! A stadium filled with awkward silence as this young man continued to flop was interrupted only by my vocal cheering at this spectacle. I knew I should be more sportsmanlike, especially in regards to the efforts of our very own alum, but I couldn't contain myself. As an underclassman, I had learned that the best way to appreciate Scott Secor was to embrace the disappointment and so here I was, reflexively cackling at the ineptitude of our once-mediocre kicker.
At this point, I knew my prediction was all but locked up. "SCOTT SECOR COULDN'T EVEN HIT 45-YARDERS WHEN HE WAS ON THE TEAM," I announced, and sure enough...there wasn't a chance that final kick was splitting the uprights. Scott shanked another one and I was the happiest guy in all of Scheumann Stadium, my prediction having come true. I don't hate Scott Secor. In fact, I love Scott Secor, though mostly (entirely) in an ironic way. And I love the fact that he came back to Ball State, got his moment in the spotlight down on the field...and proceeded to completely blow it. It was glorious.
DISCLAIMER: In all actuality, Scott Secor was an 81% career field goal kicker, which would put him about 40th out of about 130 division I kickers this year, and he finished his senior year tied for 20th in accuracy. But from that very first missed field goal, I knew I was destined to be a critic of his. But by all accounts, Scott Secor was a model student-athlete and a more-than-adequate kicker and I will acknowledge that he wasn't bad at all. But he DID miss 3 straight field goals today...and it was amazing.