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Houston Nutt should resign–just resign, leave, and go coach at some place where people don’t care as much about football. Care may be a weak word here; try “obsess,” “mull over 24/7,” or “pray to their secret arachnid overlord in the dark of night” instead. None still really cover how odd affairs at Arkansas truly are right now.
How about “football-haunted?” If that’s close, then Houston Nutt’s got a poltergeist on his hands. We dropped this in another entry, but someone used the Freedom of Information Act to get their grubby hands on Houston Nutt’s cell phone records, all game thanks to Nutt using an Arkansas-funded cell phone as part of his coaching perks.
Weirder–or more dedicated, depending on your relative sanity here–someone’s put together the equivalent of a legal brief detailing Nutt’s behavior and public statements as they correspond to his phone activity.
We mean this with gravity: don’t click on it unless you want to rearrange the cells in your brain to form new, frightening connections you may find disturbing. (more…)
Bob Stoops crossed over to the bitch half of the bitch-goddess side of coaching success sometime around 2002: two losses in national title games, middling years shuffling coordinators on both sides of the ball thereafter, and having alleged wunderkind Rhett Bomar bomb out of the program by taking an oddly lucrative job with a local car dealership. The kind of job where you get paid even if you don’t show up. The kind the NCAA doesn’t like.
Bomargate…not dead just yet.
Stoops put that behind him and guided Oklahoma to what in normal terms would be a very successful season:11-3 despite switching qbs at the last second and enduring a Kobayashi Maru replay scenario in a road defeat at Oregon. (Oh, and they played Goliath to Under Armour/Boise State. Forgot that little nut kick.) Demonz b gon, no?
Little flashback demon arrived via MSNBC, actually. Ex-Sooner lineman J.D. Quinn, kicked off the team with Bomar for similar cash-related issues, speaks loudly and clumsily here:
“All I did was take cash,†Quinn said. “I didn’t break any laws and I get kicked off the team, but there’s people on the team that are breaking laws and failing drug tests and stuff like that, and there’s nobody getting kicked off the team for that type of stuff.â€
Quinn declined to provide details of his allegations about other players, but said it was not necessarily about players on the OU team.
…even if that’s exactly what he said just five seconds prior to saying it wasn’t about players on the OU team. (more…)
Spurrier, born with a needle in hand, continues to perform the tasks of goader-in-chief even as he works at a completely different university a state removed from his alma mater. If someone has to, we suppose it should be the OBC.
Again: people in other conferences have no idea what a joy this man is–until now, thanks to some cross-conference flaming poo-tossage done by Herr Ballcoach himself. From the Gainesville Sun:
The former UF ball coach slipped in a “we” when twisting the knife into Ohio State, which lost both the football and basketball championships to Florida.
“We’ve kind of turned Ohio State into Runner-up U., haven’t we?” said Spurrier, a Gator alumnus.
Even when he’s putting from a distance, Spurrier scores.
Hell naw! Well, of course he said it–divas grab the spotlight when they can, and Spurrier’s a regular Edith Piaf/Celine Dion type in that regard. He even still says “we” there, as the article notes. The quote was also delivered just prior to a round of golf, natch. (more…)
A repeat winner of the MOTD, but a worthy one: Albert Einstein. Al gets the double nod due to this newly discovered photo, which reveals both his unique system of organizing the personal and the private in the public eye and his little-known love for mixing college football and physics.
That’s one thorny problem he chose to solve there–in fact, most scientists agree that he likely never did. The final item on the list was accomplished later that day in an event historians of science refer to as “The Trinity Clouding.”
Einstein: continually begged Princeton to nut up and start a real football team.
Eddie Robinson, all 88 years on the planet and 57 of them as a head coach at Grambling, died early this morning in Louisiana. Robinson coached more games at a single institution than anyone who ever lived, and probably will hold on to that record unless there’s a vampire coaching quietly somewhere down in 1-AA. (”Wonder why that guy always wants to play night games…”)
Robinson started coaching Grambling in 1941. He coached his final game at Grambling in 1997. In between, he logged 408 victories, sent Hall of Famers like Willie Davis and Chuck Joiner to the NFL, and claimed to graduate 85% of his players along the way. Read this bit from USA Today’s superb obit on him and wonder at the eccentric, maniacal work ethic driving people who decide to enter coaching
When he began his career, Robinson had no paid assistants, no groundskeepers, no trainers and little in the way of equipment. He had to line the field himself and fix lunchmeat sandwiches for road trips because the players could not eat in the “white only” restaurants of the South.
We hate it when old guys die. Rest in peace, Coach Robinson.
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