One of my best friends traveled to the Belk Bowl. He called me at halftime, because he felt he had to let me know that he was seated next to somebody who spent the entire first half… railing at Mike Bobo.
On the one hand, you have to admire the dedication there. After all, why let Bobo’s absence spoil a good rant?
Maybe feel a little sorry for the dude, too. I mean, after all, here’s someone who spent some money and time going to a bowl game, made plans in advance, was obviously raring to go, only to have his preparation messed up less than a week before the game by a selfish decision on Bobo’s part to take a head coaching gig.
The nerve of some people, you know?