But my point remains:
When John L. Smith took over, the players were happy as hell. They were all super convinced they were going to be awesome. "We're like a big family." "We're having a great time!" "Everyone feels really positive."
They were all on Cloud Nine after the tyranny of Petrino (mother****er ran a tight ship that involved serious discipline for missed assignments, not doing enough film study, not making proper reads in the film room due to lack of study). John L. Smith was all touchy feely, and they were all feeling the love.
Then the reality of the season hit, and they got their shit pushed in by the Sun Belt. Awesome.
In this world of sin and sorrow there is always something to be thankful for; as for me, I rejoice that I am not a Republican.
- H. L. Mencken