Winning One for Coach Ty

I think that about sums it up.

The nauseating display of poor coaching, lack of preparation, and weak sauce execution was a fitting end to the Ty Willingham Error. Though our boys weren't able to win one for Coach Ty as planned, they certainly managed to play like he was still pacing stoically on the sidelines. I guess that's what dedicating a game to a man is all about.

I'm sure some of you uninformed (yes, listening to ESPN cracker jacks makes you uninformed) bleeding hearts are ready to jump on my case with your excuses about the game's outcome - "wahh! coaching change!" "wahh!! players have it tough" "wahh, finals!" "wahh wahh wahh!" You know what? If they couldn't handle the emotions and the pressure, they shouldn't have voted to play the game. No one forced them to be out there last night. They were more than permitted to stay home for the holidays and sulk over the gross injustice done to an incompetent yet admirable Coach Willingham, the molder of the two M's - Men and Mediocrity.

That said, I think this loss will smack some sense into them. They're in that weird transition phase that comes soon after the end of any relationship. It's that whole vulnerable, crippled thing where one slips down the spiral and across the River Styx into the Hopeless Break-up Abyss, fully certain that the void left behind will never be filled. [Flash's related side note: I liken this to how I feel about my boyfriend or how you feel about your significant other. My man makes me laugh, cry, smile, and at times, drives me bloody mad but there isn't anyone out there that makes me feel the way he does. To use a schmaltzy, cliched line, he makes me whole, and if I lost his love, I don't know what I'd do. But unlike the saga of Notre Dame football and Coach W, our relationship isn't completely dysfunctional and manipulative. Nor has boyfriend used Confucian wisdom and chi harnessing to brainwash me into thinking he's the greatest thing since the pill... even though he is ;-)] I know people worry but stop it. They'll be just fine. After a month with Mr. Right and a little ass-kicking, they'll look back on their time with their ex and wonder how they were ever duped into thinking they didn't deserve better.

I'm excited for what is to come and the rest of you should be as well. The Weis Era has begun.