- I thought I could faithfully write off Terrence Moore as little more (punny!) than an agenda driven reverse racist (Sly Croom for the Bama job? Fucking A! Somebody send Amato to Texas), but his Monday column best captures the swirling shitstorm that's slowly engulfing Jim Mora Jr.
Wish I could say I heeding my own nagging doubts about his qualifications three years ago. Wish I could say I heeded the eye-rolling Cajunite fans who warned me that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Fire him. Fire him today. No funny here, just pure vitriol. Pining for the Pac-10? Then start hiking your ass back to machiato country, you immature, inconsistent turncoat son of a bitch. You wanna be funny? Get a blog and flunk college. You're the goddamn head coach of a NFL team. You wanna know where funny gets you as a NFL head coach? Let me give you a hint - it gets you somewhere worse than being a pussy (see: Mariucci, your old boss). I'll tell you where it gets you.
Arthur Blank's team meeting room.
Fuck you, and enjoy Seattle.
- "Blame this loss on coaching," Mark Bradley, Atlanta Journal Consitution
- "Mora's comments may cost him job," Peter King, SI.com
Also...
- George Soloman's ombudsman column is the best thing going on ESPN.com, which isn't saying much considering I've never been that big of a Bill Simmons fan, I've almost completely written the MLB out of my life and at least one of the site's featured writers has slept with my ex-girlfriend, who married a spice merchant from California and moved to Vegas (Could I even make that up?)