Mom made a Saturday morning breakfast that was a fantastic spread. Homemade biscuits, sausage, fried ham, eggs, sausage gravy, red eye gravy, bacon, orange juice, etc. It was fantastic. We still have it on Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Well to be fair.. apparently there is a required freshman course at UM that concentrates on how great everything is in Lafayette county, how to boast how well known your previously unknown father is, and how to properly add a few syllables to Ahhhxxfurrrrd. MSU doesn't have that.
Thats easy. Every time the football program has a chance to have a defining moment... it ***** the bed. 100 percent of the time. And does it in highly creative ways. Hell.. by far the best OL we got in the portal who would have stepped foot in Starkville being the best OL wasn't even friken...
Amen. It just takes one person to say "I think im over this stomach flu, and it's too late to cancel, so I'm going" to turn a ship into a floating barf-o-rama. To hell with those floating Petri dishes sailing into moist warm air.
Here's the thing. If we had a Greg Byrne making a hire I'd be all in on letting sleeping dogs lay. But we don't. This next hire needs to be a Mullen or Leach type head guy. Not another one of the three latest disasters. A fourth disaster and the program is cooked for a long time.
Uh, well, I dunno. Because he took a program they had been toothless for 6 or 7 years and has us in a NY day bowl in two seasons to absolutely demolish Michigan (with a qb that cannot make a dependable forward pass) and number one in the nation a few years later with a qb that everyone else...
Hell yea. And has turned UNLV around in short time.
If the same people, who are absolutely not serious about football success, hire another coordinator that has to "learn on the job".... this program is over. Done. Felina.
I'd drive to Las Vegas, help Mullen pack his stuff, and drive a bob truck that is speed limited to 45 MPH all the way back if he would agree to be on the sidelines again in 27.
Would work as a farm truck. Last one of those we had before getting out of it was a long wheel base, 4 speed, turd brown, Isuzu pickup. Came with the awesome option of running up the RPM in between gears, letting off the gas and hit the clutch, and then a sound akin to a 50 caliber rifle would...