I imagine it's a lot like that dweebie character in Dazed and Confused that has a plan to hit the guy as hard as he can in the mouth before everyone comes in and breaks up the fight, as he expects to happen. Our trumpet-playing head coach is that guy. He thinks he can build a 14- or 17-point lead and coast on in to the press conference. He's had this mentality in four games, three of which we lost. The sheep butchball massagers accept the excuse of youth but they'll need to believe a new one over the next few years. After all, it takes seven years to build a program for botch jones.