Tauren Poole wants the license number of the truck that hit the Tennessee football program.
All part of the plan, my man.
If this had happened against one of Corch Meyer’s teams, it would be a big deal that he wouldn’t forget about:
… There was less venom Saturday, however, save for an unsportsmanlike conduct penalty on the Bulldogs after Rambo’s interception return for a touchdown — and Richt said that was more of a mistake than an intentional infraction.
The officials warned Richt after a helmetless redshirting freshman ran near the end zone to congratulate Bruce Figgins for his touchdown, reminding the coach that rules prohibit players from running onto the field without a helmet.
Richt said the coaching staff was trying to disseminate that reminder on the sideline when Rambo returned an interception for a touchdown only three plays after Figgins’ touchdown. The Bulldogs drew a 15-yard unsportsmanlike conduct when several excited helmetless players joined in the celebration without having received Richt’s warning yet.
“As we’re trying to warn everybody one by one, which is hard to do, not long after that Rambo gets the pick and goes to the end zone and half the team runs to the end zone. I knew we were going to get a flag,” Richt said with a chuckle. “I wish I had a megaphone when I tried to warn everybody, but it was too late.”
And no doubt we’d be hearing in the media about the dangers from allowing helmetless players – plural! – to run onto the playing field.
The final conclusion: once again, Richt loses control of his sideline and laughs it off. How thuggish.
Ron Zook can handle noise in the system, but pesky presser questions about his future… not so much.
This is about as tone deaf as it gets.
The idea that there’s some moral equivalence between JoePa having his name removed from a frickin’ trophy and what happened to Sandusky’s victims is sickening.
There are many who think that Bradley’s elevation into the head coaching job will be made permanent. That’ll certainly accelerate the healing process. Gah.
It’s not getting any prettier, is it. Thanks, Texas. I spent a lot of time on you last week.
My ballot this week:
Some tasty morsels have been set out for you this morning: