| Dear Coach Fran, We should talk. I know I've said some things, you've done some things, but let's try to be adults about this. I think we should call a truce. This is not me admitting you are a good coach, ok? This is not about me now liking you. But we both know that now, having coached a team that has Beaten The Hell Outta t.u., you are not going anywhere for at least another season. And I am certainly not going anywhere. The Ags are My Team, and nothing, nobody, is going to change that. And that's why I'm calling for this truce. 
I can't root against you without rooting against my boys, not in the short term. I mean, I should have been flippin' ecstatic about the Ags Beating The Hell Outta t.u.--I should still be ecstatic, for Pete's sake. But I'm not. Because I wanted you gone. 
And it just can't go on like this. I can't cheat myself out of win-related euphoria, and I can't cheat them out of my whole-hearted support. So what do you say we just start fresh, blank slate? I'll try to let go of my gigantic laundry list of grievances (highlights: leaving Alabama in a totally classless manner, talking about how much you were looking forward to making out with your wife at Midnight Yell, the 2003 season, losing to Baylor, the 2005 season, being wholly responsible for the loss to OU this year, being largely responsible for the loss to Nebraska this year, smirking) and you, well, you try to not suck some more. 
Given, you did not totally suck during the t.u. game. For instance, you finally took my oft-repeated advice and gave the ball to Jorvorskie. On the other hand, had YOU not LOST the Oklahoma game, the Ags would be the champions of the Big XII South right now. Yeah. 
The point is, I am letting you off easy. But I'm not calling this truce for you. I'm calling it for Stevie and my Ags. We've got to work this out, OK? For the kids. 
So. Your end of the bargain: continue Friday's trend of not sucking. My end of the bargain: stop hating you with an all-consuming, blinding, rageful passion. Deal? |
