I only have one thought on the new corch presser/introduction/swampbilly lap dance from last night, and it has to do with ego. This will bring back a painful memory or two for the Dawg nation, but bear with me.
|January 1st Corch...then |
The relationship between Meyer and Muschamp is great right now. There's pats on the back, fist bumps, high fives...it's like two lizards just chillin' in the Florida sunshine. But I started thinking more about this relationship (thanks in part to La Jolla)...when's the last time we saw something like this?
Maybe it's the awkward Georgia-Florida ties in this one to begin with, but the first one that came to mind was when Coach Dooley was pushed aside for Damon Evans. Dooley was the living legend that was suddenly removed from that spacious power office and set up in a glorifed janitor's closet.
Next thing you know Damon and Muschamp have trimmed the fat off of the current staff and things might not be so nice and
It's possible...God forbid.