The game of the year, appropriately enough, turned into … well, the game of the year. Utah-Oregon, Oregon-Utah … err, oops … make that USC-UCLA, UCLA-USC. Some 733 miles to the south in Pasadena, now that was the game of the year, a proper 48-45 thriller. Not this. Not what happened between the Utes and the Ducks in Eugene on Saturday night. This was no thriller. What it was was … something else, it was a knuckle-buster, a kneecap-cracker, a heartbreaker. Yeah, it was a game, it was a game loaded with ebbs and flows, a game of toughness and defense, inconsistencies and mistakes, a close, competitive game, but it was not the game, not one Utah would want to remember. No. It was football dressed out in disappointment, a 20-17 loss to forget. Much of the game was a mess, but a series of opportunities for the Utes as the minutes wound down at Autzen Stadium went unrealized, unfulfilled, leaving them short of a likely shot at qualifying for the Pac-12 championship game and thereafte