I almost feel bad for Elvis, he’s caught in a trap.
You go out and advertise for a head coach for your university and have your top five candidates turn the job down.
You are forced to hire an inexperienced drooling dolt who goes on to lose the locker room, the coaching staff and the boosters within three months. He knows what’s coming, a failed football season, a humiliating loss to your rival, lack of job security ...
What do you do?
Advertise for another head coach and face further ridicule for a failed hire and having to turn to your seventh or eighth choice this time?
Tell the wife they need to tighten their belts and start saving money for their eventual landing at a desolate NAIA program in the Midwest?
Dust off the Gibson and work on mastering the F chord?
Purchase a VHF radio and try reaching Ron Ash on the ship to shore?
The man is fucked.
You go out and advertise for a head coach for your university and have your top five candidates turn the job down.
You are forced to hire an inexperienced drooling dolt who goes on to lose the locker room, the coaching staff and the boosters within three months. He knows what’s coming, a failed football season, a humiliating loss to your rival, lack of job security ...
What do you do?
Advertise for another head coach and face further ridicule for a failed hire and having to turn to your seventh or eighth choice this time?
Tell the wife they need to tighten their belts and start saving money for their eventual landing at a desolate NAIA program in the Midwest?
Dust off the Gibson and work on mastering the F chord?
Purchase a VHF radio and try reaching Ron Ash on the ship to shore?
The man is fucked.