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2027 Week Three Preview - Oregon State (2-0) @ #16 Oregon (1-1)
Ricky McKinley // Dam Daily • Published: September 17th, 2027
Welp, Beaver Nation, it is time for Civil War. Coach Leon and Coach Smith have been publicly preaching not looking ahead to start the season, but all of us here at the Dam Daily have been anxiously awaiting our trip to Autzen Stadium to face off against our rival, the Oregon Ducks.
The problem? The timing of this game and the circumstances around it couldn't be worse for our beloved Bevs. Oregon is coming off a shocking 38-28 loss in Waco to the Baylor Bears, despite the stellar play of Heisman favorite quarterback Elijah Sampson. On one hand, you could say the Ducks aren't as formidable as originally thought. But on the other, Oregon is looking to get back on track, silence the critics, and wash the ugly loss out of their mouths. And they'll be looking to take those frustrations out on their little brother.
Before we get Coach Mando's take in the latest "Leon's Lowdown," here's a quick look at how we stack up against the 16th-ranked Ducks.
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Oregon State Beavers (2-0) | Description | #16 Oregon Ducks (1-1) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 77 Overall // 76 Offense // 79 Defense | Team Rating | 96 Overall // 94 Offense // 99 Defense Jonathan Smith (55-54) | Head Coach | Dan Lanning (60-12) Pro Style | Offensive Scheme | Spread 3-3-5 | Defensive Scheme | Base 3-4
Oregon State Beavers | Description | Oregon Ducks --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 13-11 | Combined Record | 19-6 Portland State (FCS) W 44-0 | Week One | Eastern Washington (FCS) W 73-3 New Mexico (1-1) W 40-14 | Week Two | @ Baylor (3-0) L 38-28
Oregon State Beavers Oregon Ducks --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- N/A | Injuries | C Bryce Boulton (85) Dislocated Ankle (5 Weeks) N/A | Injuries | WR Jordan Napier (86) Forearm Fracture (3 Weeks)
Oregon State Beavers | Pos | Oregon Ducks --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SO(RS) AJ Maddox (78) | QB | FR(RS) Elijah Sampson (88) SR Salahadin Allah (85) | HB | JR Jordnan Davison (92) SR(RS) David Wells Jr (83) | WR | JR Dakorien Moore (96) SR(RS) Zachary Card (85) | WR | SR(RS) Taeshaun Lyons (89) SO MLB Manu Hasty (89) | DEF | JR(RS) DT Aydin Breland (89) SR(RS) LB Jalen Smith (82) | DEF | SR(RS) DE John Henry Daley (90) SR(RS) DE Kelze Howard (82) | DEF | JR(RS) LB Elijah Rushing (88) SR(RS) CB Kodi DeCambra (85) | DEF | JR CB Brandon Finery Jr (91)
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Leon's Lowdown
RM: "This is it, Coach. Civil War. I know better than to ask, but I'm going to anyway. The boys ready?"
AL: "Locked and loaded, Ricky. laughs If you aren't raring to go for a rivalry game, what're we even doing?"
RM: hands up in defense I had to ask, Coach. It's literally double underlined in my prep sheet from my boss. Focusing on the game, what have you seen on tape about Elijah Sampson, the Ducks' newest starting QB after peeling him away from the Buckeyes in the portal?"
AL: "He wasn't a 5-star prospect for nothing, Ricky. But, since he redshirted his lone season in Columbus, we don't have a lot of tape on him. From what I've seen, he's a true dual-threat quarterback. He's a gifted athlete, but mature enough to know he doesn't need to use his legs unnecessarily. And on top of that, he's got elite arm talent. He's a matchup nightmare, no doubt about it. Add in that he's got a trio of track stars at receiver, and you've got the makings for an explosive offense. We're going to have to get creative defensively, create some confusion. Because regardless of his talent, Elijah Sampson is still making only his 3rd collegiate start. We need to exploit that."
RM: "What did you see on tape from their loss last week to Baylor that you can try to replicate? And on the note of Baylor, any concern that the early loss is going to galvanize the Ducks?"
AL: "It wasn't really about what the Bears did, but what the Ducks didn't—hang onto the ball. Sampson threw for 356 yards, ran for another 70, and threw four touchdowns. But twice, Jordan Davidson fumbled and that's what kept the Ducks from winning that game. Forcing turnovers is going to be paramount for us. We can't expect to go possession for possession with them, as a defense, we're going to need some big plays of our own. We've done a great job of that the last two games, but obviously the level of competition took a sharp rise. As for galvanizing them, I can't speak on that. I won't sit here and say that I'm more worried about a 1-1 Ducks team than a 2-0 team. Whatever the record is, it's still a rivalry game, so we're always on go. We'll see if they feel the same way."
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Elijah Sampson may be starting his 3rd game, but he looks like an absolute stud already. Now obviously, they haven't played premier defenses in either of their two contests. But until someone slows down Sampson, he's going to keep leading the Heisman conversation. I think we're undoubtedly the best defense they've faced this season, but I don't know if we're the unit to slow him down.
It's going to start up front, but with the speed they have at receiver you can't expect the secondary to hold up in man coverage for long. Can the Beavs' front generate pressure without hanging the secondary out to dry? That'll be the riddle Coach Mando & Co will have to solve.
Oregon State 14, Oregon 28. Sorry, Beaver Nation. I think we do enough to keep them under 30, but I have yet to see anything out of this offense led by AJ Maddox that says we can get more than 14 points.
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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Return to Autzen
We were 2-0, having given up 14 points total as a defense behind suffocating efforts against Portland State and New Mexico. But that was the thing, it was Portland State and New Mexico. Nothing compared to what we were about to walk into on September 18th at Autzen Stadium.
The Ducks were fast, athletic, and disciplined. They had a Heisman contender at quarterback, a track team at wide receiver, and one of the best offensive lines in the entire country.
But they weren’t invincible, I kept telling myself. They just lost to a Baylor team that doesn’t hold a candle to my boys.
Thursday night before the game, and our last night in Corvallis before departing for Eugene in the morning, it wasn’t the tape of last year’s Civil War against the Ducks I was watching—where we fought valiantly, but eventually fell 23-7 behind an offense that couldn’t get out of its own way. Instead, I was watching the Oregon Ducks trounce my Montana State Bobcats 59-13 back in 2025, my final year at Montana State and my first year running my own scheme, free from the shackles of Brett Vigen’s vanilla 4-2-5.
On that field, after watching the Oregon Ducks dry hump my defense up and down the field for 60 minutes, was when I first met Dan Lanning. He’d sought me out during the post-game congratulations on the field, a charade I participated in out of obligation and nothing else. It was then that he told me despite what the stats said, we’d surprised them, and that he expected to see me again soon.
“Whatcha watchin?” Jessica asked as she pulled up one of the plushy office chairs next to me, handing me my slice of cheesecake in the process.
“Montana State vs Oregon, 2025.”
The slight hiss as she sucked in air confirmed she remembered the game, no further explanation needed.
We sat in the glow of the television mounted to the wall, each in our own thoughts, as we ate our cheesecake, content to enjoy each other’s company with the kids in bed, lost in a ritual that hadn’t changed since I started coaching.
She took the plates, now empty of cheesecake, back to the kitchen without comment, a simple brush of the shoulders telling me all I needed to know. When she returned, it wasn’t the plushy chair she sat in, opting to shove it to the side before climbing into my chair.
“Care to tell me why you’re watching tape from two years ago and curiously are not taking any notes?” She asked with a puzzled look, waving her hand at the empty table beside me where my notepad usually rested.
I started to answer, but caught myself mid-breath and hesitated, the words suddenly feeling uncertain. Instead of answering immediately, I moved her into the chair as I rose and crossed to stand in front of the television, as if I were about to diagram a play on a whiteboard for the team.
Still facing the TV, with Jessica now in the chair behind me, I slowly rubbed a semi-circle along the scar on my left hand, before drawing in a deep breath.
“It’s not about football,” I began, hesitantly. I knew the feeling I wanted to convey, but the words were escaping me as I attempted to articulate them.
“It’s about…hunger. I don’t want to watch the tape of us almost beating Oregon last year. I want to watch the tape of Oregon absolutely destroying us. I want that fire in my belly. The amount of times I heard ‘you almost had ‘em’ after the defeat last year made my blood boil.
“I don’t want to think it’s acceptable to not get blown out, the standard needs to be we expect to win.”
I hadn’t heard her rise from the chair, but at some point during my monologue Jessica had quietly made her way across the room, wrapping her arms over my shoulders as I finished.
“I mean, that sounds like what you’ve been preaching since you took this job. What’s changed that makes you think it isn’t the standard you’re building?”
“I probably took it the wrong way, honestly. You know how I get,” I sighed, turning around to face her again as I did.
“But when we wrapped up practice today, Coach Smith told the guys that we didn’t need to beat Oregon to prove we belonged, so long as we held our ground.”
“Like he’s happy just to keep it respectable,” I added with a disgusted scoff.
Jessica drew in a breath to protest, then thought better of it, instead retreating back to her plushy chair to reconsider the thought. As I stood there, still rubbing the scar on my palm, she seemed to measure Coach Smith’s statements with my own disgust, before taking a stance.
“I can see what he means,” she cautiously stated, “And I see what you mean. To me, obviously not being there, it sounds like he doesn’t want the team to put the entire season down to one game.”
If we aren't playing to win then why the fuck are we even here?' I interjected**,** loudly at first before catching myself and lowering my volume before I woke the children.
The cross look Jessica shot me told me she didn’t appreciate the tone, or the interruption, regardless of my own recognition at lowering my voice.
“I’ll let the rude interruption slide this time, Flyboy,” she said teasingly, trying, and succeeding, at easing my tension.
“Now, what I was saying. I can see what he was trying to do with the team. That doesn’t mean you can’t talk to your own guys, separately, and reiterate your standard.”
We headed to bed after that, but her words sat with me the entirety of Friday and the morning of Saturday leading up to the game.
Walking onto the field at Autzen Stadium with the team for the pre-game warm-ups gave me pause. I took it all in again. The same, yet somehow different. The last time I’d walked onto this field, I thought I had all the answers to the test and was prepared for my A+.
Instead, I got a D- in my own eyes. Dan Lanning thought differently.
This time, I was tested. I’d done the homework, taken the extra courses. I was as prepared and ready as I’d ever be. But I had to make sure the team was on the same page.
As we ran through our pre-game routine of stretches and drills, I called my defense over, forming a makeshift huddle as I knelt in the middle.
“You know, the last time I was on this field, in this stadium, it was ugly,” I began, making sure to lock eyes with every member of my defense.
“But we didn’t give up. Even as the score mounted, we kept fighting, kept clawing, gave ‘em hell for 60 minutes. We were hungry. We wanted to prove ourselves to the world. But, we failed. I’ll never forget, the local sports coverage back in Bozeman lauded our efforts. Said we did better than anticipated, and as far as the community was concerned, it was a win.
“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m not in this game for morale fucking victories. I want the real ones. I want them to look up after we batter and bruise them for 60 damn minutes and be happy they only play us once a year. I know Coach Smith said he’ll be happy to hang with them. And this is no disrespect to Coach Smith, but that’s not good enough for me. Is it good enough for you?”
The resounding no was loud enough to draw the attention from the offense, running their own drills at the other end of our half of the field, and a look from Coach Smith.
It was Jalen Smith, the offseason transfer from Mississippi State, who spoke up first, the bold C emblazoned on his chest despite joining in the offseason, having been voted a captain by his peers.
“One question, Coach. Is it true that we reached out to Sunshine over there and he ain’t want to play ball with us?”
A slow grin spread across my face, understanding where Jalen was going to take it. “Yeah, we reached out to Elijah Sampson. Never even bothered to call us back.”
“Well,” he said, giving the words time to land on each member of the defense, taking his time to make his own eye contact with them each.
“Guess we gon’ have to send his momma some flowers after this, cause we putting him in the dirt. Shoulda made a better business decision, right boys?”
It wasn’t just our own players who took notice of the resounding yes that followed, with some of Oregon’s players pausing mid-warmup to look over at the commotion.
Now, this is a standard I thought to myself, before declaring: “Then let’s go win a fucking War.”
We were 2-0, having given up 14 points total as a defense behind suffocating efforts against Portland State and New Mexico. But that was the thing, it was Portland State and New Mexico. Nothing compared to what we were about to walk into on September 18th at Autzen Stadium.
The Ducks were fast, athletic, and disciplined. They had a Heisman contender at quarterback, a track team at wide receiver, and one of the best offensive lines in the entire country.
But they weren’t invincible, I kept telling myself. They just lost to a Baylor team that doesn’t hold a candle to my boys.
Thursday night before the game, and our last night in Corvallis before departing for Eugene in the morning, it wasn’t the tape of last year’s Civil War against the Ducks I was watching—where we fought valiantly, but eventually fell 23-7 behind an offense that couldn’t get out of its own way. Instead, I was watching the Oregon Ducks trounce my Montana State Bobcats 59-13 back in 2025, my final year at Montana State and my first year running my own scheme, free from the shackles of Brett Vigen’s vanilla 4-2-5.
On that field, after watching the Oregon Ducks dry hump my defense up and down the field for 60 minutes, was when I first met Dan Lanning. He’d sought me out during the post-game congratulations on the field, a charade I participated in out of obligation and nothing else. It was then that he told me despite what the stats said, we’d surprised them, and that he expected to see me again soon.
“Whatcha watchin?” Jessica asked as she pulled up one of the plushy office chairs next to me, handing me my slice of cheesecake in the process.
“Montana State vs Oregon, 2025.”
The slight hiss as she sucked in air confirmed she remembered the game, no further explanation needed.
We sat in the glow of the television mounted to the wall, each in our own thoughts, as we ate our cheesecake, content to enjoy each other’s company with the kids in bed, lost in a ritual that hadn’t changed since I started coaching.
She took the plates, now empty of cheesecake, back to the kitchen without comment, a simple brush of the shoulders telling me all I needed to know. When she returned, it wasn’t the plushy chair she sat in, opting to shove it to the side before climbing into my chair.
“Care to tell me why you’re watching tape from two years ago and curiously are not taking any notes?” She asked with a puzzled look, waving her hand at the empty table beside me where my notepad usually rested.
I started to answer, but caught myself mid-breath and hesitated, the words suddenly feeling uncertain. Instead of answering immediately, I moved her into the chair as I rose and crossed to stand in front of the television, as if I were about to diagram a play on a whiteboard for the team.
Still facing the TV, with Jessica now in the chair behind me, I slowly rubbed a semi-circle along the scar on my left hand, before drawing in a deep breath.
“It’s not about football,” I began, hesitantly. I knew the feeling I wanted to convey, but the words were escaping me as I attempted to articulate them.
“It’s about…hunger. I don’t want to watch the tape of us almost beating Oregon last year. I want to watch the tape of Oregon absolutely destroying us. I want that fire in my belly. The amount of times I heard ‘you almost had ‘em’ after the defeat last year made my blood boil.
“I don’t want to think it’s acceptable to not get blown out, the standard needs to be we expect to win.”
I hadn’t heard her rise from the chair, but at some point during my monologue Jessica had quietly made her way across the room, wrapping her arms over my shoulders as I finished.
“I mean, that sounds like what you’ve been preaching since you took this job. What’s changed that makes you think it isn’t the standard you’re building?”
“I probably took it the wrong way, honestly. You know how I get,” I sighed, turning around to face her again as I did.
“But when we wrapped up practice today, Coach Smith told the guys that we didn’t need to beat Oregon to prove we belonged, so long as we held our ground.”
“Like he’s happy just to keep it respectable,” I added with a disgusted scoff.
Jessica drew in a breath to protest, then thought better of it, instead retreating back to her plushy chair to reconsider the thought. As I stood there, still rubbing the scar on my palm, she seemed to measure Coach Smith’s statements with my own disgust, before taking a stance.
“I can see what he means,” she cautiously stated, “And I see what you mean. To me, obviously not being there, it sounds like he doesn’t want the team to put the entire season down to one game.”
If we aren't playing to win then why the fuck are we even here?' I interjected**,** loudly at first before catching myself and lowering my volume before I woke the children.
The cross look Jessica shot me told me she didn’t appreciate the tone, or the interruption, regardless of my own recognition at lowering my voice.
“I’ll let the rude interruption slide this time, Flyboy,” she said teasingly, trying, and succeeding, at easing my tension.
“Now, what I was saying. I can see what he was trying to do with the team. That doesn’t mean you can’t talk to your own guys, separately, and reiterate your standard.”
We headed to bed after that, but her words sat with me the entirety of Friday and the morning of Saturday leading up to the game.
Walking onto the field at Autzen Stadium with the team for the pre-game warm-ups gave me pause. I took it all in again. The same, yet somehow different. The last time I’d walked onto this field, I thought I had all the answers to the test and was prepared for my A+.
Instead, I got a D- in my own eyes. Dan Lanning thought differently.
This time, I was tested. I’d done the homework, taken the extra courses. I was as prepared and ready as I’d ever be. But I had to make sure the team was on the same page.
As we ran through our pre-game routine of stretches and drills, I called my defense over, forming a makeshift huddle as I knelt in the middle.
“You know, the last time I was on this field, in this stadium, it was ugly,” I began, making sure to lock eyes with every member of my defense.
“But we didn’t give up. Even as the score mounted, we kept fighting, kept clawing, gave ‘em hell for 60 minutes. We were hungry. We wanted to prove ourselves to the world. But, we failed. I’ll never forget, the local sports coverage back in Bozeman lauded our efforts. Said we did better than anticipated, and as far as the community was concerned, it was a win.
“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m not in this game for morale fucking victories. I want the real ones. I want them to look up after we batter and bruise them for 60 damn minutes and be happy they only play us once a year. I know Coach Smith said he’ll be happy to hang with them. And this is no disrespect to Coach Smith, but that’s not good enough for me. Is it good enough for you?”
The resounding no was loud enough to draw the attention from the offense, running their own drills at the other end of our half of the field, and a look from Coach Smith.
It was Jalen Smith, the offseason transfer from Mississippi State, who spoke up first, the bold C emblazoned on his chest despite joining in the offseason, having been voted a captain by his peers.
“One question, Coach. Is it true that we reached out to Sunshine over there and he ain’t want to play ball with us?”
A slow grin spread across my face, understanding where Jalen was going to take it. “Yeah, we reached out to Elijah Sampson. Never even bothered to call us back.”
“Well,” he said, giving the words time to land on each member of the defense, taking his time to make his own eye contact with them each.
“Guess we gon’ have to send his momma some flowers after this, cause we putting him in the dirt. Shoulda made a better business decision, right boys?”
It wasn’t just our own players who took notice of the resounding yes that followed, with some of Oregon’s players pausing mid-warmup to look over at the commotion.
Now, this is a standard I thought to myself, before declaring: “Then let’s go win a fucking War.”
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doing all of this and getting belt would be hilarious
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The Dam Is Built! Beavers Storm Autzen And Stile High-Flying Ducks
Ricky McKinley // Dam Daily • Published: September 18th, 2027
We came. We saw. And we conquered. This year's rendition of the Civil War was less of a battle and more of a massacre. The Oregon State Beavers came out of the tunnel with a physicality the Ducks and their high-powered offense just couldn't match and it was evident from the opening drive of the game.
Jordan Davison was stuffed for negative yardage to open the Ducks' first drive, then Elijah Sampson was drilled as he threw on second down, forcing a wobbling, incomplete pass. Facing 3rd-and-long, Sampson finally had time to throw, but Kodi DeCambra delivered a punishing hit on Dakorien Moore to force the incompletion.
It was apparent that Dan Lanning recognized that the Beavers were playing with a different level of intensity, facing 4th-and-1 on the 45 on their next drive—after a quick Oregon State three-and-out—the coach opted to go for it instead of punting again. On 4th-and-1 the Ducks came out in shotgun, but the quick mesh concept was blown up as Sampson attempted the pass, with safety Kris Wokomah delivering another punishing hit, causing the ball to flutter to the turf.
Oregon State would take advantage with a quick field goal, but the hits never stopped coming from the Beavs. Oregon State was able to cash in on another short field midway through the 2nd- quarter, stretching the lead to 10-0 as the teams entered the locker room during the half. For a team that was averaging 500 yard per contest with a Heisman contender at quarterback, the Ducks looked like frauds.
Running off the field, the CW Sports sideline coverage caught up with Oregon coach Dan Lanning. When asked what his team needed to do in the second half, the longtime Oregon coach was blunt.
"Stop playing scared."
Whatever message was delivered at the half, the Ducks team that took the field to open the second half was an inspired unit. Sampson completed three straight passes, each for a first down, as the Ducks appeared poised to slice into the slim 10-0 Beaver lead.
Then Kris Wokomah delivered the hit of the game, using himself as a heat-seeking missile to separate Taeshaun Lyons from the ball after the wideout hauled in another first-down reception, forcing a fumble that would be secured by Harlem Howard. The Beavers took the turnover down the field and when AJ Maddox crossed the goal line on a 1-yard keeper, Autzen Stadium was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. To their credit, the Ducks kept fighting, but as the Beavers continued to slowly stretch their lead, it was evident the night belonged to the Beavers.
The Oregon Ducks never crossed midfield again as either Sampson, or his receivers, were constantly battered anytime the ball was near them.
Let's take it to the post-game interview with Armando Leon as he addresses the biggest win of his short coaching career and the dominant performance by his defense.
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Question One - Olivia LeRusso (Oregonlive): "Coach, it appeared that you huddled up personally with the defense prior to kickoff. Can you divulge what was said in that huddle, and do you attribute the inspired play from the start of the game to that individual unit meeting?"
Armando Leon: "It was just a final meeting between myself and the guys I was ready to go to battle with. This is called the Civil War for a reason and we just needed to remind ourselves that in war, it's take no prisoners. I do think that the inspired meeting helped our defensive mindset to be already locked in when we took the field. But I'll take it one step further. We saw some of the Oregon players exchanging glances and looking over at us when we were huddled up. They came out scared and it showed. They didn't expect little brother to come in and punch them in the mouth, not in their house, and the minute it happened, they all folded."
Question Two - Ian Shire (Daily Emerald):( "It looked like the Ducks came out with a plan to dice up your secondary, obviously that plan backfired. Do you think that their game plan was based on their perception of your secondary, or their acknowledgement that your run defense is superior and opted for the path of least resistance?"
Armando Leon: "I think you can go ask them how "least resistance" our secondary was. 'Cause last I saw, my boys battered and bruised them out there, Ian. That being said, I would agree that our run defense is the staple of our defense. We've preached from day one we have to dominate the trenches and everything else will follow. But to double down on my point from earlier, I just don't think they were ready to take it to the level of physicality that we did. Even when they came out of the half with a rhythm, the minute we punched back their spark faded."
Question Three: John Marshall (CW Sports): "There has been a perception in the Pacific Northwest that Oregon State has been overlooked this year, despite a 10-win campaign last year and a win over the SMU Mustangs in the Holiday Bowl. Does this win prove that this program is more than a one-year wonder and start to shift that perception both nationally and regionally, for the Beavers?"
Armando Leon: "I can't speak for the entire program, but I frankly don't care about the "national perception." I sound like a broken record, but we're just making our next game, our best game. The talking heads will do what they do best, talk. I'm going to keep doing what I do best, win games. I do want to go on record and say—anyone who doubted what this defense was about just got put on notice. All I heard this week coming from the major outlets was how Oregon was going to use their speed to neutralize our pass rush, how we were in the deep end now. Well, turns out we know how to swim too.
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Coach Leon stays bringing the heat, on and off the field! But, I see no lies in his assessment. The Beavers came at Sampson from different angles and once they hit him on his first pass attempt, you could tell he was shaken up. Even in that loss to Baylor last week, he wasn't abused by the defense this much.
Hats off to Coach Leon and the staff. That's how you attack a freshman quarterback making his third start. Confuse him and abuse him.
Now the problem is going to be: if the nation wasn't paying attention before? They definitely are now. We can't afford to lollygag our way through BYU or Ole Miss over the next two weeks, or any buzz and notoriety falls apart with it. We took care of business. Walked into big brother's house, punched him in the mouth, and took his girl. But now, every other team on the schedule is going to look to do the same to us.
I say, bring it on.
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| Team | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | Final |
| Oregon State | 3 | 7 | 10 | 10 | 30 |
| Oregon | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
| Q | Team | Time | Play | Oregon State | Oregon |
| 1st | Oregon State | 6:23 | Logan McCreery, 46 Yd FG | 3 | 0 |
| 2nd | Oregon State | 6:52 | Salahadin Allah, 1 Yd Run | 10 | 0 |
| 3rd | Oregon State | 5:18 | AJ Maddox, 1 Yd Run | 17 | 0 |
| 3rd | Oregon State | 0:00 | Logan McCreery, 36 Yd FG | 20 | 0 |
| 4th | Oregon State | 6:39 | Logan McCreery, 49 Yd FG | 23 | 0 |
| 4th | Oregon State | 3:07 | Salahadin Allah, 32 Yd Run | 30 | 0 |
Oregon State Oregon Passing | Stats Passing | Stats ----------------------|--------------------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------ AJ Maddox | 18/30, 215 Yds Elijah Sampson | 24/51, 205 Yds Rushing | Stats Rushing | Stats ----------------------|--------------------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------ Salahadin Allah | 23 Att, 80 Yds, 2 TD Jordan Davison | 4 Att, 4 Yds AJ Maddox | 6 Att, 0 Yds, TD Elijah Sampson | 3 Att, -14 Yds Receiving | Stats Receiving | Stats ----------------------|--------------------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------ Jackson Bowers | 7 Rec, 73 Yds Cooper Perry | 5 Rec, 33 Yds Phillip Ghiaciuc | 4 Rec, 75 Yds Jamari Johnson | 5 Rec, 34 Yds David Wells Jr | 3 Rec, 43 Yds Taeshaun Lyons | 5 Rec, 74 Yds Defensive | Stats Defensive | Stats ----------------------|--------------------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------ DE Shamar Meikle | 3 Tkl, TFL, Sack DT Terrance Green | 6 Tkl, 2 TFL LB Jalen Smith | 3 Tkl, TFL, Sack LB Blake Purchase | Tkl, TFL, 0.5 Sack SS Kris Wokomah | 3 Tkl, FF DE John Henry Daley | 4 Tkl, TFL, 0.5 Sack
Pac-12 Week Three Results
34 Boise State (2-1) @ Marshall (1-2) 10
20 FCS @ Utah State (2-0) 34
17 Washington State (1-2) @ #17 Washington (2-1) 49
37 San Diego State (1-3) @ #16 Oklahoma (2-1) 46
32 Texas State (1-2) @ UTSA (2-1) 34
24 #5 Duke (2-0) @ Fresno State (1-2) 17
Notable Week Three Results
59 #1 Alabama (3-0) @ #13 Ohio State (2-1) 21
24 #6 NC State (4-0) @ #18 Texas Tech (3-1) 20
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Mando put in a call to his cartel links to threaten all of Oregon's players to make sure they don't try.
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Soapy
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No Father's Son
something fishy for sure
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The JZA
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