Let's see... so far tonight I've defended Cutcliffe, hoped for Kippy, thought maybe Lovie; I've even managed to move OU from Norman to Stillwater, dragging poor Mrs. Stoops all the way down to Knoxville.
The disappointment, shock, anger, embarrassment and mental fatigue has taken it's toll... I'm going to bed. Knock on the door when the speculation ends. Freak, I beg you, unplug the site and do that stuff you need to do.
Apologies to all. Big Papa Vol, where are you?