Gentlemen, and ladies... , we live in a world that has Games, tough games, , and those Games have to be played by men, who are faster and stronger than the people on the other side of the field. They arent going to get that way at home sucking down soda pops, and just watching the SEC. So who's gonna do it? Dooley has a greater responsibility than any of us could possibly fathom. You weep for Bray,Hunter and curse the Coaches . You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what Dooley knows. That the loses we have this year, while tragic, probably will WIN games going forward. And Dooley's existence, while silly to some, and not some well known name whispered in hollowed halls, by you, will save and win games. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want Dooley on that sideline, you need Dooley on that Sideline. They use words like Rockytop, Big Orange, Smokey, Struggle and every damn day. They use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending the checkerboard, and attacking the opponents endzone. Too often You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very Victories freedom that I know that Dooly will provide, and then questions the manner in which He will provide them. I would rather you just said thank you, high five your buddy and get ready for next year, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a helmet, and take a threee point stand in practice.