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Dorito is merely a symptom.
Golden is the disease.
All a small change will do is buy him more time to meander around our once proud program embarrassing himself in ties that look like they came from the same material that's on my Grandma's couch.
A man who never beat a winning team while at Temple, and never won that conference. A career .500 coach. A guy who celebrates in the locker room after last-second wins against sub.500 teams like he just won the Super Bowl. A man who allows his starting QB to casually eat a Snickers and say "you win some you lose some" after a devastating home loss vs Virginia Tech. Find me a successful coach that would do or allow any of these things to take place on his watch..
There are coaches who are Miami guys, and those who are not. This nice guy in his pleated pants and baggy shirt is more fit to manage a McDonalds than he is handle this type of gig. He offers no advantages when it comes to X's and O's, he isn't some master motivator, and he put together a horrendous staff. The man is turning through pages of his own 300-page How-To win guide praying for answers. He's absolutely clueless.
Dorito should be tied to train tracks, obviously - but that is just delaying the inevitable. This job is too big and too cutthroat for a lumpy sappy nice guy like Golden.
Golden is the disease.
All a small change will do is buy him more time to meander around our once proud program embarrassing himself in ties that look like they came from the same material that's on my Grandma's couch.
A man who never beat a winning team while at Temple, and never won that conference. A career .500 coach. A guy who celebrates in the locker room after last-second wins against sub.500 teams like he just won the Super Bowl. A man who allows his starting QB to casually eat a Snickers and say "you win some you lose some" after a devastating home loss vs Virginia Tech. Find me a successful coach that would do or allow any of these things to take place on his watch..
There are coaches who are Miami guys, and those who are not. This nice guy in his pleated pants and baggy shirt is more fit to manage a McDonalds than he is handle this type of gig. He offers no advantages when it comes to X's and O's, he isn't some master motivator, and he put together a horrendous staff. The man is turning through pages of his own 300-page How-To win guide praying for answers. He's absolutely clueless.
Dorito should be tied to train tracks, obviously - but that is just delaying the inevitable. This job is too big and too cutthroat for a lumpy sappy nice guy like Golden.
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