Golden is understanding the kind of talent he can get at Miami. This guy is starting to get excited. He's just waiting out the **** storm to pass while he quietly puts together the pieces.
He's basically pinned down at his position. He's loading up his weapons and gathering troops, getting backup. He's chilling out while he takes fire, and the minute it lets up, he's standing up with his crew and unloading a hellacious firestorm of death onto everything in his path, leaving behind scorched Earth, body parts, and a few smoldering documents that say something about sanctions.
Guys say it, but I really believe he loves this place and wouldn't budge for any offer. He's sitting in a terrible conference with a glutenous amount of talent within a 30 minute radius of his office. Al Golden loves the history at Miami. He has the attitude of a true Cane. And I won't be surprised if he drops the double middle finger after hoisting the crystal ball.
