Excuse me for being out of line, but I want to cherish Tiger Woods and not criticize for what he did on Friday morning.
Women are disgusted at Tiger’s actions. Journalists are crying foul for not being able to ask Tiger questions. Golf fans say they no longer respect Tiger, nor will they cheer for him anymore. Companies want to distant themselves from Tiger due to his actions.
The bigger picture in this is being ignored. This is bigger than all of us.
There is no manual for what Tiger is going through. Tiger Woods didn’t host a press conference, he held a public amends. A necessary step for all addicts, but Tiger was forced to do it on a national, public platform.
Tiger Woods has made mistakes. He went out of his way to cover up his mistakes. He was untruthful and misleading. His words are worthless, his actions priceless.
Yet America feels they need to hear Tiger speak.
Tiger played the roles that we the public wanted him to play. He played em quite well in fact. Through the “Hello World” comments, the creation of the color “Sunday Red,” the celebratory “Tiger Fist Pump,” and the “Tiger Stare,” Tiger was simply an incredible golfer that was put on a pedestal by the same people that want to point out all Tiger’s flaws.
Instead of plastering pictures of all the women Tiger had affairs with, allowing the public to idolize, fantasize, and criticize all the women that were well aware of what they were doing. Instead of demanding answers to questions that we have no right even knowing, and criticize Tiger for supposedly dodging them, lets allow Tiger to do what he needs to do to get better.
It’s easy to forget that Tiger is sick. Addiction is a disease.
So continue to be self-centered and demand things from Tiger that you have no right demanding. Keep pointing out his faults, and shake your head in utter disgust.
In fact, why stop with Tiger?
Tell a gambling addict that you will be insulted if he or she doesn’t join your NCAA basketball tournament pool. Sigh in disbelief when an alcoholic doesn’t have just one glass of wine with you. Convince yourself that the compulsive overeater thinks you are a terrible cook when he or she doesn’t have a small piece of cake.
Tiger Woods didn’t owe any of us an apology, yet he publicly apologized. He didn’t owe his fellow PGA players an apology, all he’s done is made average players millionaires, yet he apologized to all of them.
Tiger Woods is taking the appropriate steps to become a better father, husband, son, and person. Not a better spokesman, golfer, or celebrity.
Maybe ask yourself why you feel the need to hear Tiger answer questions for you to be alright. How big of a part of your life have you allowed Tiger to own?
The easy way out for Tiger was to have a press conference and answer all questions thrown his way. Spin it in a way that makes his wife Elin to blame. Tell the public how demanding she has become, and that torrid love affairs with random women were necessary. Hire the most expensive lawyer and go on with his life.
That’s not what Tiger did.
He’s fighting for his marriage, and taking a look at himself. Two things society frowns upon, and maybe, just maybe that’s why society is so uncomfortable with not getting answers from Tiger.
Tiger provides an outlet to point fingers and criticize others. Heaven forbid we take a look at ourselves.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Drink it up America
To all the Saints’ fans I say drink it up. Drink up the moment. Drink up the pure joy that is winning the Super Bowl. Literally, I tell you to drink it up.
Call in sick tomorrow.
If you are not a Saints’ fan, well I encourage you to drink it up. America is in a down time. Unemployment is ruining families; the economy is ripping the souls out of decent, up-standing individuals.
The New Orleans Saints gave this country a reason to party. Drink it up America.
The heartbeat of America is officially New Orleans, Louisiana. Just mere years ago it was America’s lungs that were struggling to breathe in the air. On life support, many people thought it would never survive. It would never be the same. The spirit is dead.
Saints proved that the spirit will never die.
New Orleans, Louisiana survived on football. The foundation of a city was built on Saints football.
Drink it up America.
In a downturn economy, with many creative minds on the streets due to advertising agencies unable to employ them, the commercials struggled. The extravagant parties were spectacular, but not super. Early indications were people spent less, expected more.
Rarely can you crown a team in America World Champions. Yet, the New Orleans Saints became World Champions in my book. The citizens of Haiti, who are oblivious to how sports can create hope, hopefully can take pride in what the Saints did.
Maybe I am making a mountain out of a molehill. Quite possibly I’m over-exaggerating this win. To that I say, drink it up.
Appreciate the moment. Appreciate the pureness of a city’s joy. Allow the excitement of the heartbeat of America to flow through this country’s bloodstream.
My hope is that America, albeit for only a moment, can appreciate the excitement of a win.
The Saints were underdogs and written off by a lot of people. That’s nothing new to New Orleans, Louisiana.
Call in sick tomorrow.
If you are not a Saints’ fan, well I encourage you to drink it up. America is in a down time. Unemployment is ruining families; the economy is ripping the souls out of decent, up-standing individuals.
The New Orleans Saints gave this country a reason to party. Drink it up America.
The heartbeat of America is officially New Orleans, Louisiana. Just mere years ago it was America’s lungs that were struggling to breathe in the air. On life support, many people thought it would never survive. It would never be the same. The spirit is dead.
Saints proved that the spirit will never die.
New Orleans, Louisiana survived on football. The foundation of a city was built on Saints football.
Drink it up America.
In a downturn economy, with many creative minds on the streets due to advertising agencies unable to employ them, the commercials struggled. The extravagant parties were spectacular, but not super. Early indications were people spent less, expected more.
Rarely can you crown a team in America World Champions. Yet, the New Orleans Saints became World Champions in my book. The citizens of Haiti, who are oblivious to how sports can create hope, hopefully can take pride in what the Saints did.
Maybe I am making a mountain out of a molehill. Quite possibly I’m over-exaggerating this win. To that I say, drink it up.
Appreciate the moment. Appreciate the pureness of a city’s joy. Allow the excitement of the heartbeat of America to flow through this country’s bloodstream.
My hope is that America, albeit for only a moment, can appreciate the excitement of a win.
The Saints were underdogs and written off by a lot of people. That’s nothing new to New Orleans, Louisiana.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Flooded with Emotions
The beads are brighter, the banners hanging all over the city seem vibrant, and the people’s laughter music to the ears. It’s hard to believe there is another city in America that represents the heartbeat of a nation struggling to survive, more than New Orleans.
With the Haiti disaster fresh in people’s minds, it is easy to forget that New Orleans was flooded with water and utter chaos just 4 ½ years ago. The Louisiana Superdome, once the temporary home for the residents of New Orleans that didn’t evacuate the area, hosts the NFC Championship game.
The street’s heartbeat beats along with the music from the town, the food providing delicious outlets for joy and laughter, and the drinks provide relief from a soul thirsty for a stress-free atmosphere.
In New Orleans, Louisiana sports stopped being about fun and games. The Saints became a rallying cry for a city they once knew existed. When it seemed that the city would be washed away for good, the Saints provided a firm foundation for people to live on.
In a world of athletes storing guns in lockers, athletes getting caught up in drug scandals, womanizing, and coaches abusing their players, there is the New Orleans Saints. An organization where players and coaches are extending their hands, hearts and money to the residents in which they play for.
It’s tough not to root for the New Orleans Saints.
Corey Epps has called New Orleans his home his entire life. A business major at Tulane University, he was a year short of graduating when Hurricane Katrina struck. Heeding the warnings of officials, he left the only hometown he knew for safety in Tennessee to stay with family. He returned 3 months later to find his daily routine washed away.
“My apartment was destroyed, the convenience store I stopped every morning for my coffee was empty, and I lost my girlfriend when she decided to stay in Dallas.”
Corey went to work to clean up his city almost instantly. A self-proclaimed “idiot” when it came to carpentry and construction, Corey worked 13 hour days doing anything that he could do to clean up the city and allow people to get back to their lives.
Today, Corey is still doing construction and carpentry. He swears when things slow down, he will go back and finish his degree in something other than business. His life was not only affected, it changed his outlook on things, including becoming a Saints fan.
Corey says he could take or leave football before Katrina hit. “I don’t know how to explain it; in the process of cleaning up I became a diehard Saints fan.”
The Superdome that once housed despair, frustration, fear, and shattered souls, played host to a different crowd when it hosted its first NFC Championship game. Black and gold clothed, bead wearing, face painted, drink holding, full of super dreams and goals.
The Saints running out of the tunnel represented a lot of things to a lot of different people.
Half a world away in Haiti, people that probably never watched a football game and oblivious as to what a football game can do to a nation will continue to try to put their lives back together. While in New Orleans, tears will be shed and voices will become horse.
The Saints put the “S” in success. When people thought that things aint going get better, leave it to a team to put a “S” in front of those aints.
Jay Maguire is a journalist and sports talk host. You can hear Jay Maguire every Monday and Friday on inthefaceradio.com 11am-1pm (CST).
With the Haiti disaster fresh in people’s minds, it is easy to forget that New Orleans was flooded with water and utter chaos just 4 ½ years ago. The Louisiana Superdome, once the temporary home for the residents of New Orleans that didn’t evacuate the area, hosts the NFC Championship game.
The street’s heartbeat beats along with the music from the town, the food providing delicious outlets for joy and laughter, and the drinks provide relief from a soul thirsty for a stress-free atmosphere.
In New Orleans, Louisiana sports stopped being about fun and games. The Saints became a rallying cry for a city they once knew existed. When it seemed that the city would be washed away for good, the Saints provided a firm foundation for people to live on.
In a world of athletes storing guns in lockers, athletes getting caught up in drug scandals, womanizing, and coaches abusing their players, there is the New Orleans Saints. An organization where players and coaches are extending their hands, hearts and money to the residents in which they play for.
It’s tough not to root for the New Orleans Saints.
Corey Epps has called New Orleans his home his entire life. A business major at Tulane University, he was a year short of graduating when Hurricane Katrina struck. Heeding the warnings of officials, he left the only hometown he knew for safety in Tennessee to stay with family. He returned 3 months later to find his daily routine washed away.
“My apartment was destroyed, the convenience store I stopped every morning for my coffee was empty, and I lost my girlfriend when she decided to stay in Dallas.”
Corey went to work to clean up his city almost instantly. A self-proclaimed “idiot” when it came to carpentry and construction, Corey worked 13 hour days doing anything that he could do to clean up the city and allow people to get back to their lives.
Today, Corey is still doing construction and carpentry. He swears when things slow down, he will go back and finish his degree in something other than business. His life was not only affected, it changed his outlook on things, including becoming a Saints fan.
Corey says he could take or leave football before Katrina hit. “I don’t know how to explain it; in the process of cleaning up I became a diehard Saints fan.”
The Superdome that once housed despair, frustration, fear, and shattered souls, played host to a different crowd when it hosted its first NFC Championship game. Black and gold clothed, bead wearing, face painted, drink holding, full of super dreams and goals.
The Saints running out of the tunnel represented a lot of things to a lot of different people.
Half a world away in Haiti, people that probably never watched a football game and oblivious as to what a football game can do to a nation will continue to try to put their lives back together. While in New Orleans, tears will be shed and voices will become horse.
The Saints put the “S” in success. When people thought that things aint going get better, leave it to a team to put a “S” in front of those aints.
Jay Maguire is a journalist and sports talk host. You can hear Jay Maguire every Monday and Friday on inthefaceradio.com 11am-1pm (CST).
Monday, January 18, 2010
Lonely Longhorns
John Madden once said “the only yardstick for success our society has is being a champion. No one remembers anything else.”
Measuring the Longhorn football team against the Longhorn basketball team would be an unfair comparison. Yet if John Madden is right, it’s no wonder why the Longhorn basketball team is practically invisible to fans.
The basketball team has never been crowned champions.
Either Longhorn fans are choosing not to remember they have a basketball team, or they are hiding their enthusiasm for the Longhorns being ranked #1 for the first time in school history.
Despite having the best team in basketball according to the polls, Longhorn fans would much rather talk football. Talking Longhorn basketball is like talking to a police officer about an underground card club. You feel like it’s illegal to admit you are a Longhorn basketball fan.
Though some would disagree, Texas has a distinct burnt orange tint to the morning dew. Longhorn fans are deliberate in showing off their team colors. They just aren’t too excited about cheering on the Longhorn basketball team.
One of the biggest mysteries currently in the sports world is Longhorn fans refusal of acknowledging the Longhorn basketball team. The Longhorns sit atop the basketball world, looking down at teams like Kansas, Kentucky, and Villanova.
With the Dallas Cowboys not playing until Sunday, and the second half timed perfectly between the first and second NFL playoff games, it was tough to imagine fans not tuning in for the Texas/Texas A&M basketball game.
Yet the CBS pre-game show was more prominent than a #1 ranked Longhorn team being tested down the stretch against their arch rivals the Aggies.
The unheralded Longhorns took their show on the road, and lost. The burnt orange was no match for the bright lights of Manhattan, Kansas.
The typical chant of “overrated” was pumped out by the Kansas State student section as the seconds ticked down on the clock. In the end, I don’t believe the Longhorns were ever truly overrated.
Judging by the support from the Longhorn fans throughout Texas, a chant of “disrespected” might have been an appropriate chant.
Jay Maguire can be heard every Monday & Friday from 11-1pm (CST) on inthefaceradio.com on The DC & Maguire Show
Measuring the Longhorn football team against the Longhorn basketball team would be an unfair comparison. Yet if John Madden is right, it’s no wonder why the Longhorn basketball team is practically invisible to fans.
The basketball team has never been crowned champions.
Either Longhorn fans are choosing not to remember they have a basketball team, or they are hiding their enthusiasm for the Longhorns being ranked #1 for the first time in school history.
Despite having the best team in basketball according to the polls, Longhorn fans would much rather talk football. Talking Longhorn basketball is like talking to a police officer about an underground card club. You feel like it’s illegal to admit you are a Longhorn basketball fan.
Though some would disagree, Texas has a distinct burnt orange tint to the morning dew. Longhorn fans are deliberate in showing off their team colors. They just aren’t too excited about cheering on the Longhorn basketball team.
One of the biggest mysteries currently in the sports world is Longhorn fans refusal of acknowledging the Longhorn basketball team. The Longhorns sit atop the basketball world, looking down at teams like Kansas, Kentucky, and Villanova.
With the Dallas Cowboys not playing until Sunday, and the second half timed perfectly between the first and second NFL playoff games, it was tough to imagine fans not tuning in for the Texas/Texas A&M basketball game.
Yet the CBS pre-game show was more prominent than a #1 ranked Longhorn team being tested down the stretch against their arch rivals the Aggies.
The unheralded Longhorns took their show on the road, and lost. The burnt orange was no match for the bright lights of Manhattan, Kansas.
The typical chant of “overrated” was pumped out by the Kansas State student section as the seconds ticked down on the clock. In the end, I don’t believe the Longhorns were ever truly overrated.
Judging by the support from the Longhorn fans throughout Texas, a chant of “disrespected” might have been an appropriate chant.
Jay Maguire can be heard every Monday & Friday from 11-1pm (CST) on inthefaceradio.com on The DC & Maguire Show
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Phill-yips
With all due respect to the late Rodney Dangerfield but Wade Phillips gets no respect. In Dallas though, winning outweighs respect.
Jerry Jones isn’t happy with simply winning a playoff game and then going home. He didn’t build a billion dollar stadium for an average team to play there. The mansion that is the Dallas Cowboys has a broken-down, recycled car taking up space in the driveway.
I believe it’s only time it gets towed away for good.
Wade Phillips probably felt a little uncomfortable in the Metrodome. The Cowboys allowed something they have never allowed the great Brett Favre to do to them before; they lost to a Favre led team. Yet the heat was coming from the opposing sidelines, and from the guy standing right beside him most of the game.
Leslie Frazer, defensive coordinator and the hottest coaching prospect this offseason, shut down the powerful Cowboy offense with suffocating schemes. Jason Garrett, offensive coordinator of the Cowboys has been considered the coach-in-waiting.
The headset got a little tight on the head of Phillips.
Phillip’s run in the NFL as a head coach should be coming to an end. He will be known as a coach that could hold a ship together, but lost direction easily as a captain.
The Cowboys are in a transition, which includes a brand new state-of-the-art stadium, a charming chick magnet and a quality quarterback in Tony Romo, a young reliable receiver in Miles Austin, and a trio of speed switching, power ankle breaking running backs in Jones, Barber, and Choice.
It’s time their coach mirrors that transition.
Phillips proved his worth as a coordinator, and will more than likely be offered a job if and when he gets his walking papers. Dom Capers has revived his career in Green Bay as a dominant coordinator after stints as an average head guy, and Phillips offers a team a proven defensive genius.
So whether Jones decides to go with Garrett, takes a chance on Frazer, or somehow persuades a big name like Bill Cowher to come to Dallas, the Cowboys won’t be able to live up to the highest of expectations Jones expects.
Jones got a great view of Leslie Frazer up close and personal. It’s time to put a new sports car in the driveway of the mansion.
Jerry Jones isn’t happy with simply winning a playoff game and then going home. He didn’t build a billion dollar stadium for an average team to play there. The mansion that is the Dallas Cowboys has a broken-down, recycled car taking up space in the driveway.
I believe it’s only time it gets towed away for good.
Wade Phillips probably felt a little uncomfortable in the Metrodome. The Cowboys allowed something they have never allowed the great Brett Favre to do to them before; they lost to a Favre led team. Yet the heat was coming from the opposing sidelines, and from the guy standing right beside him most of the game.
Leslie Frazer, defensive coordinator and the hottest coaching prospect this offseason, shut down the powerful Cowboy offense with suffocating schemes. Jason Garrett, offensive coordinator of the Cowboys has been considered the coach-in-waiting.
The headset got a little tight on the head of Phillips.
Phillip’s run in the NFL as a head coach should be coming to an end. He will be known as a coach that could hold a ship together, but lost direction easily as a captain.
The Cowboys are in a transition, which includes a brand new state-of-the-art stadium, a charming chick magnet and a quality quarterback in Tony Romo, a young reliable receiver in Miles Austin, and a trio of speed switching, power ankle breaking running backs in Jones, Barber, and Choice.
It’s time their coach mirrors that transition.
Phillips proved his worth as a coordinator, and will more than likely be offered a job if and when he gets his walking papers. Dom Capers has revived his career in Green Bay as a dominant coordinator after stints as an average head guy, and Phillips offers a team a proven defensive genius.
So whether Jones decides to go with Garrett, takes a chance on Frazer, or somehow persuades a big name like Bill Cowher to come to Dallas, the Cowboys won’t be able to live up to the highest of expectations Jones expects.
Jones got a great view of Leslie Frazer up close and personal. It’s time to put a new sports car in the driveway of the mansion.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Cleaning Up Baseball
Mark McGwire’s conscience finally kicked in and he came clean to using steroids. Hall of Fame voting could have had something to do with that. In other shocking news, Tiger Woods was not seen with his wife.
The verdict has long been decided in the court of public opinion as to the guilt of Mark McGwire, guilty on all charges.
Closure and time can heal wounds. With McGwire coming clean, Barry Bonds and Roger Clemens need to follow suit and finally give closure to this whole steroid era.
In the hierarchy of the steroid use, Bonds, Clemens, and McGwire are the individuals everyone considers as the top guys.
As more and more players come forward, it is becoming more and more evident that baseball execs knew what was going on. The era has been tainted. All parties need to just come clean and baseball can move forward.
It’s one thing for a big name like Mark McGwire to come out and admit guilt, but it’s not doing baseball any favors spreading the big names out. It’s like waiting for the wound to scab up before scratching it and getting the wound infected again. It’s imperative for Clemens and Bonds to drop their egos and admit guilt.
Major League Baseball thought they were doing the right thing in my opinion protecting the rampant steroid use throughout the years, but their actions are now killing the sport. 1998 was a historical year in baseball. Fans were on the edge of their bleacher seats watching McGwire and Sammy Sosa battle for the home run title.
That high has officially crashed.
Let’s get everyone on the same page here, and that will take some doing. First and foremost, Congress needs to step in and provide the immunity steroid users have so desperately fought for. Lawsuits need to be dropped, and egos need to be checked at the door. The truth needs to be told by all parties involved.
Baseball will be better off coming clean, than by denying it and having a big name a year come out and admit guilt.
Stop insulting the intelligence of baseball fans.
Players took performance enhancing drugs, that doesn’t mean the drugs did everything. Pump up the common Joe on the street and he couldn’t do the things that these players did. Some fans will be turned completely off, but most fans realize that these are still special athletes.
Mr. Clemens and Mr. Bonds, the ball is in your field. Don’t keep the fans that paid your salary waiting for too much longer.
The verdict has long been decided in the court of public opinion as to the guilt of Mark McGwire, guilty on all charges.
Closure and time can heal wounds. With McGwire coming clean, Barry Bonds and Roger Clemens need to follow suit and finally give closure to this whole steroid era.
In the hierarchy of the steroid use, Bonds, Clemens, and McGwire are the individuals everyone considers as the top guys.
As more and more players come forward, it is becoming more and more evident that baseball execs knew what was going on. The era has been tainted. All parties need to just come clean and baseball can move forward.
It’s one thing for a big name like Mark McGwire to come out and admit guilt, but it’s not doing baseball any favors spreading the big names out. It’s like waiting for the wound to scab up before scratching it and getting the wound infected again. It’s imperative for Clemens and Bonds to drop their egos and admit guilt.
Major League Baseball thought they were doing the right thing in my opinion protecting the rampant steroid use throughout the years, but their actions are now killing the sport. 1998 was a historical year in baseball. Fans were on the edge of their bleacher seats watching McGwire and Sammy Sosa battle for the home run title.
That high has officially crashed.
Let’s get everyone on the same page here, and that will take some doing. First and foremost, Congress needs to step in and provide the immunity steroid users have so desperately fought for. Lawsuits need to be dropped, and egos need to be checked at the door. The truth needs to be told by all parties involved.
Baseball will be better off coming clean, than by denying it and having a big name a year come out and admit guilt.
Stop insulting the intelligence of baseball fans.
Players took performance enhancing drugs, that doesn’t mean the drugs did everything. Pump up the common Joe on the street and he couldn’t do the things that these players did. Some fans will be turned completely off, but most fans realize that these are still special athletes.
Mr. Clemens and Mr. Bonds, the ball is in your field. Don’t keep the fans that paid your salary waiting for too much longer.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Chicken Kiffin
For an arrogant, brash, full-of-himself coach, Lane Kiffin didn’t have much to say to the Volunteer faithful that have been so quick to defend him. In a season where the orange on their uniforms shined brighter than their play, Tennessee is once again without a coach.
Tennessee’s loss is USC gain. Or something like that.
Lane Kiffin never does things quietly, a quality that might go over well in Hollywood. He left Oakland amidst lawsuits, name calling, and childish behaviors. He came to Tennessee with loose lips, unrealistic goals, and questionable recruiting antics.
His stay in Knoxville lasted 14 months, and Vol fans should be thankful it didn’t last any longer. His team often came out flat, never gained that “big win” that Kiffin so elegantly promised or hinted at, and made more headlines off the field than they did on it.
Lane Kiffin’s persona is far more powerful than his coaching abilities.
Lane Kiffin is that guy no one truly likes in high school, but he thinks he is the most popular kid in school. He drives a fancy car that his parents bought for him, he is clean shaven due to his baby face cannot grow hair, and talks about his wild antics and VIP parties he attends when in truth he sits down in his basement playing video games and chatting online.
His crew is intimidating and smokes cigarettes while listening to Motley Crew. Old man Monte and Big Ed Orgeron flank puny Lane Kiffin. Their auras leave lasting impressions, their results more hyped than true.
So off they flee to sunny CA. For how long you ask? Well until Lane’s questionable style of building dominant teams gets him in too much hot water, or until some NFL owner buys into the hype and offers Lane a cushy NFL job with many benefits.
The sauna-like temps surrounding the USC campus is already balmy, so Kiffin should feel right at home. USC is soaked in controversy, and may in all likelihood face NCAA sanctions. Yet Kiffin believes he is bigger than the NCAA, so he’s not afraid of what they have to say.
The bright path from Knoxville to Hollywood will be lit up brightly. Kiffin will go back to selling the recruits he signed with Tennessee to follow him to USC. He’ll more than likely outline how he is bigger than any university. How they need him to become a star. After all, he’s Lane f’ning Kiffin.
Tennessee will be better off after they are able to pick up the pieces of the damage Kiffin caused and they find a coach that truly values the tradition at Tennessee. A coach that will add color to those orange jerseys, and not dull the color to represent prison outfits.
Tennessee’s loss is USC gain. Or something like that.
Lane Kiffin never does things quietly, a quality that might go over well in Hollywood. He left Oakland amidst lawsuits, name calling, and childish behaviors. He came to Tennessee with loose lips, unrealistic goals, and questionable recruiting antics.
His stay in Knoxville lasted 14 months, and Vol fans should be thankful it didn’t last any longer. His team often came out flat, never gained that “big win” that Kiffin so elegantly promised or hinted at, and made more headlines off the field than they did on it.
Lane Kiffin’s persona is far more powerful than his coaching abilities.
Lane Kiffin is that guy no one truly likes in high school, but he thinks he is the most popular kid in school. He drives a fancy car that his parents bought for him, he is clean shaven due to his baby face cannot grow hair, and talks about his wild antics and VIP parties he attends when in truth he sits down in his basement playing video games and chatting online.
His crew is intimidating and smokes cigarettes while listening to Motley Crew. Old man Monte and Big Ed Orgeron flank puny Lane Kiffin. Their auras leave lasting impressions, their results more hyped than true.
So off they flee to sunny CA. For how long you ask? Well until Lane’s questionable style of building dominant teams gets him in too much hot water, or until some NFL owner buys into the hype and offers Lane a cushy NFL job with many benefits.
The sauna-like temps surrounding the USC campus is already balmy, so Kiffin should feel right at home. USC is soaked in controversy, and may in all likelihood face NCAA sanctions. Yet Kiffin believes he is bigger than the NCAA, so he’s not afraid of what they have to say.
The bright path from Knoxville to Hollywood will be lit up brightly. Kiffin will go back to selling the recruits he signed with Tennessee to follow him to USC. He’ll more than likely outline how he is bigger than any university. How they need him to become a star. After all, he’s Lane f’ning Kiffin.
Tennessee will be better off after they are able to pick up the pieces of the damage Kiffin caused and they find a coach that truly values the tradition at Tennessee. A coach that will add color to those orange jerseys, and not dull the color to represent prison outfits.
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