A double-thrusted post, much like the constant thrusting and smiling the entire city of Miami and associated territories makes at you every day. (That is Miami: constant thrusting and the question “Do you like what you see?” over and over again, perhaps occasionally punctuated by a gunshot or two aimed sloppily in your direction.)

The first point? Miami’s new coaches John Lovett and Mark Whipple ended up in the right place since they had a hard-partying bromance as young assistant coaches running game at St. Lawrence University.

“They were lively, to say the least,” said then-Union head coach Al Bagnoli, now the successful head coach at the University of Pennsylvania. “They enjoyed themselves. They worked hard and they played hard. They didn’t get much sleep.”

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Lovett and Whipple, seen here in younger days. Not really. But it probably looked a lot like this.

And that the Seventh Floor is a Valtrex-prescription-having blessing on these internets:

Lovett will be found slumped on the bathroom floor at Black Sheep snorting birth control pills while wearing a half-unzipped Body Glove wetsuit and mumbling the lyrics to “Father Figure.”

Extra BC lines off the ladies’ room toilet are on us, lady and gentlemen.