Tennessee's offense is plumb awful. Pillsbury Dough Boy Phillip Fulmer is afraid to hire a competent offensive coordinator because he is afraid that a good coordinator will take his job - much like he stabbed Johnny Majors in the back in 1992.
Ol' Fulmer is real sad. He's sad all the way up the the University burser's office where he walks up and gets his $250,000 monthly paycheck. Sniff, sniff. Fulmer's real sorry for fielding a lousy football team now isn't he?
Ol' Fulmer is real sad. He's sad all the way up the the University burser's office where he walks up and gets his $250,000 monthly paycheck. Sniff, sniff. Fulmer's real sorry for fielding a lousy football team now isn't he?