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Virginia Tech 31, Miami 7. In an otherwise regrettable preview Friday, I called the Hokies "masters of rope-a-dope," and if I got almost nothing else right, at least I made that overture to the script that actually unfolded this afternoon in the rain: Tech may start slow -- as it always does -- and may look like a complete wreck on offense even in wins, as it did in last week's miracle comeback against Nebraska. But going on six years now into its reign over the rest of the ACC, when the rubber meets the road, it's always Tech on top.

And if a Hokie fan actually was writing a script for this game, he probably wouldn't have dared to narrate anything so blatantly Beamer-esque as the reality: In three straight hours of pouring rain, the Hokies forced two turnovers while committing none, blocked a punt for a touchdown and pounded out a living on offense by physically beating the 'Canes up front to the tune of 271 yards rushing; freshman Ryan Williams relegated the loss of Darren Evans to prehistory with 35 bruising, effective carries. Most importantly, the defense, an obvious disappointment to this point, made icy, collected, swagger-y quarterback Jacory Harris look like just another sophomore in his second road start in bad conditions against a Bud Foster defense -- or worse than that, actually, if that's possible, intercepting the rising star of the early season once and offering nary a shot at the long ball the Hurricane offense thrived on in its first two wins. Classic Hokies all the way around: Nasty, brutish and short.

So now that it's thoroughly impressed against the rising threat of the Coastal Division, Tech may resume not impressing anyone en route to another ACC title, in the venerable Beamer fashion. Miami, I assume, will resume its offensive fireworks, if not next week against Oklahoma then against the very forgiving run over the ensuing month. Harris remains on the star trajectory, in general. But as long as Virginia Tech can keep dragging the chic picks down into the mud, especially when no one seems to expect it, the Hokies keep the crown.