Rolling Rocks and wings. Charlie Sheen and Winning. Senhor Testiculo.
I'm not going out like Sinatra at the end. Slurring on stage, forgetting the words. I exited gracefully, much like Coach Calhoun did.
... and then bounced back-and-forth, trashing the trial tradition with one hand and proclaiming your excellence with the other; poo-pooing mojo having taken credit for "If you think it effects the mojo, it effects the mojo;" , relenting w/endorsement & encouragement when a someone from the Twitter sphere stepped up; signaling greater excitement about & interest in a St Paddy's game day sloshing-good-time in Nashville; creating an unexpected & contextually solid avatar (that has now pushed past its 'best by' date and begs for a refresh before PC finds its way this season); and then happily harvesting backpats from fellow dinosaurs with legitimately fond memories but susceptible to your prioritizing the cult of personality for egoistic purposes over the need to take care of business in a team in a new era. Finally, you re-dissed the enterprise as a parting shot, as though you'd gone out a winner.
And now you're still working the, "I am the great and powerful Oz" angle, with a side order of, "Don't you know who I am?" As if.
The landscape has indeed changed, and this board has no more dominant a community-gathering power now than cable, which is a far & fractured cry from 9 seasons ago. But frontrunning futility and selling it a prescience while pointing to your resume is nothing that issues forth from a mountaintop. It's a dodge, an abdication, and a sad farce rolled into one. Better put, it's everything you are claiming it is not.
But all of this is a mistimed and unwarranted side show. It's still November, possibly the best November every, surely a contender. But it is all one game at a time.
This is a time to build together toward common interest & aspiration as a set of teams... coaches, players, and fans. Principles before personalities. What say you, friend?