Crazy Coaches

Sometimes, by which I mean after a string of losses that each pierce my soul, I reminisce about the days before I became a Vol fan. I would not trade even the hurt of one loss for all those years I spent in ignorance. Football serves too many functions for me to ever go back.

And I would miss the stage worthy personalities of our SEC coaches. There's a backstory to the Mad Hatter, surely concerning Mephistophles, that needs to be brought to light. And then Mark Richt, sporting the smuginess sunglasses ever designed (or maybe that was the contribution of the desperate smirk of unemployment),after a first half that saw an unmitigating thumping of the poor Volunteers, confessed to whichever vapid floozy romaing the sidelines that day, that he was trying to help out the refs by pointing out some things that he saw because they have a difficult job and can't see everything.

The mind boggles.