Monday, December 28, 2009

What Didn't Happen Over the Weekend

Urban Meyer retires, citing the Angel of Death rounding the corner on his block.
After momentarily retiring/quitting, Meyer announced less than 24 hours after his first announcement that he was not giving up his duties as the head coach of the Florida Gators, but was merely taking a leave of absence, a phrase which is applicable to about .0000002% of the American workforce. Apparently, he changed his mind after meeting with his team, which, as you know, is composed of 18-22-year-olds who are not related to him. It was a meeting in which many of the players broke down in tears (as did Meyer) and were genuinely sorry to hear that their coach was leaving.

And allegedly, it was this meeting which caused him to reconsider his initial decision to walk away from coaching. Never mind his family, which in this New York Times article, quoted his 18-year-old daughter as saying, "I get my daddy back," upon hearing the news he was retiring. I feel it's always best to base important decisions based on the feelings and desires of those outside your family and inner circle. And besides, what would the rest of the SEC do if its coaches were not forced to keep up with the man who was praised universally for desiring the fastest team in America? That sort of thinking just doesn't happen with every coach.

Clemson makes the ACC feel better about itself.
Nothing flexes a conference's muscle like the second best team overall struggling to put away the fifth place team from the weaker division in another conference. My evening was caught up in more important things like eating dinner with friends and becoming enraged at the bed-shitting performance by Brandon Jacobs as he relates to my fantasy football team in my league's finals, costing me money, to actually watch this entire game, but from what I saw in the fourth quarter, I missed nothing. Two mediocre teams stumbling into one another (and occasionally by one another) was as boring as anticipated. My only reaction to this game was for the poor people that were actually at this game and nearly froze to death, including Rich Brooks who looked like he was coaching an Iditarod team or preparing to reach the South Pole by himself. I hope everyone that was there lived to tell the tale of that time they nearly died in Nashville.

Rich Brooks commits to being around to curse at future member of the Kentucky Wildcats football program.
After surviving the frozen death that was a Sunday night in Nashville, Tennessee, Brooks told his players that there was an 80% chance that he would not be coming back next season. This is a disappointment to all of us who enjoy straight forward, brutal sarcasm and wit of which Brooks was one of the greats. A little part of me died knowing that it's almost certain I will never again get to see Brooks on the sideline describe in detail to a Kentucky player all of that player's inadequacies and minimal personal worth with a barrage of four-letter words and a disdain that is reserved for Eastern European ethnic wars. *Tears.*

And that's about it for the weekend. It was pretty slow since most people were at home enjoying some family time. Well, everyone except Urban Meyer, who enjoyed some family time, then realized he didn't like it as much as he thought he did.

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