Fire Dooley?

Yeah, it's time to fire ol' Dooley! Surely Tennessee can get a better coach than him! There must be a line of top quality coaches a mile long just beating the D.A.'s door down to come coach the Vols! Yeah, tons of 'em! Doesn’t everybody want to coach at Tennessee? I mean, all the really good coaches?

Yeah, they know how patient and appreciative the fans of our fair state are. Sure, we would never, ya know, run off the winningest active coach in the NCAA just because he had a couple of off years or anything like that. No, we’re much smarter than that!

Oh, no! Not us! I mean, who wouldn’t want to come to Tennessee from like, oh, I don’t know, California? Or maybe a good old southern coach who has a great forty percent record would come to save our team. Yeah, that’s the ticket!

Doesn’t Tennessee deserve a coach who is just like its fans? I mean, smart, loyal, grateful? Don’t we deserve the best? Hasn’t Tennessee shown the world of college football that we have the stick-to-it-ness to hang it there when things get tough?

Yeah, time to fire Dooley. I can’t believe that we’re not National Champions yet! It’s downright embarrassing! Surely there’s a coach out there who doesn’t mind the derision, the ridicule and impatience that Vol fans meet out? Sheesh!

Oh, what’s that I hear? My just be me, but it sure sounds like chickens coming home to roost!

California Here He Comes!

I'm making some of my wishy-washy Facebook friends ticked off with comments I've been making like these since Kiffin dropped Tennessee like a cat that he had just discovered was really a pole-cat. (That metaphor might not actually be that far off base.)

"Ya know, I was just thinking about the Vols ex-coach and got to feeling sorry for him. Poor fellow wasn't here long enough to lean the words to Rocky Top."

"Hey, Tennessee! I've got a new swear word for ya'll. It goes like this: You hit your finger with a hammer and say, "Oh, Kiffin!" You get mad at someone and say, "I'm gonna kick the Kiffin out of you!" You go see your doctor and say, "The laxative you gave me worked great, Doc. I had a really good Kiffin yesterday." The... possibilities are endless. See what you can come up with, Tennessee."

"Wowzer!!! Am I glad we got rid of that good-for-nothin' old Phillip Fulmer! Yeah, now we got us a really good...oh, no, that's right...we DON'T have a coach now. Ya know, I hate to say I told you so...no, actually, I'm enjoying saying I told you so. Tennessee's chickens have come home to roost! Rather, one big chicken flew the roost squawking, "California, here I come!" har-de-har-de-HAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Poor old Coach Kiffin. How will he ever explain to his son why he named him Knox? I guess he'll be able to give him a million or so reasons why. (How much did Kiffin get paid for a year here in God's country anyway?)"

I'm glad it's only football, but the obvious life lesson is that you can't expect people to be more loyal to you than you are to people. Well, you can expect it, but you'll be sorely disappointed again and again.

P.S. Yes, there are many more "smart-kiffin" remarks yet to come. One last thing though...Good Riddance!!!