Cornballer Bad Hands Play of the Week

Just catch the snap and kick it, they said. It'll be easy, they said.

But apparently no one told Kansas punter Trevor Pardula about the small possibility that the occasional snap might be a little too high for him.

He was clearly never walked through the protocol for having the ball sail over your head, bouncing away from you, closer and closer to your own end zone, with a wave of defenders swarming toward you like a pack of hungry dogs.

You'd think that common sense would kick in and say, "Hey, Trevor, it's me, your common sense. You should probably fall on that football now, so you don't make Oklahoma's shellacking of you any easier."

To tell you the truth, I think the kid just panicked.

It's kind of like not looking down when you're on a rickety bridge, hundreds of feet up from falling to your death.

Don't look down. Don't look at the aggressive defenders ready to take your head off.

You'll notice that he's watching the ball careening away from him, and as soon as he glances back and sees four red bodies making a beeline in his direction, already indecisive about whether or not to try and pick up the ball, he's toast. 

And all he had to do was fall on it.

We've all heard the classic joke: "Why couldn't Cinderella play sports? Because she runs away from the ball!"

Get it?

"Why couldn't Trevor Pardula play sports?" I'll let you finish it.