Urban Meyer Retires, For Real

We're all assuming Urban Meyer took the 'no takesy backsies' oath this time, and the Florida sideline really will be prowled by someone else next year. The part of me that's ready for a Vol victory over the Gator says 'One more year, Meyer,' but the part of me that cares about the quality of the SEC says, 'Good riddance.'

I desperately want to make fun of him, crack some jokes about his cowardice. He's spineless, whiny, mealy mouthed, and, though not utterly loathsome, not someone you'd be proud of having in your corner. In many ways, his retirement is akin to a toddler's tantrum being deprived of his third helping of birthday cake. 'What? I can't go the SEC championship this year? Then I'll just go wah, wah, wah all the way home.'

And yet, much as I hate to give him any shred of credit, there is a certainy dignity in this decision. Heaven knows I wouldn't detest Fulmer with every fiber of my ninety thread count soul had he let someone else take the helm before crashing our football program straight into an iceberg. The only real mistake Urban made: last year's j/k shenanigans.