I'm on a bus, and I'm honking at Rick Majerus to get the hell out of my way. Who's honking with me?
"It's like being a step-parent," Majerus says. "I didn't pick them, they didn't pick me."
Hold on, Cowboy. True, St. Louis hoops hasn't seen anything as big as you in it's history, but that doesn't mean you're getting a hall pass from scrutiny. We're paying you millions of dollars to coach and get the best from the kids you've got, not to whip up some BS excuse about how these aren't your kids.
These are your kids, Ricky. These are your boys. These are the soldiers. As their coach, you march with them. Not behind them, griping to your buddies about how great it's going to be in a couple years when you'll have it all your way.
These are your men. Don't be a coward. It's not what we want in a basketball coach, and it's not fair to the kids.
Plus, it contradicts all those great things we've heard about you.
I like you, guy. And that's why I'm not going to split your time on this blog page with my rant on that completely disloyal, sulking, dishonest, cheating, ruthless lying Roger Clemens. You get this day alone, but tomorrow...I'm taking Roger down. And it's going to be harsh. And I don't want you to hear it. So straighten up your act.
2 comments:
I guess when you only score 20 in a game you get a bit grumpy. I agree with you. He knew what he was getting when he signed that million dollar deal. Didn't hear much complaining that day did we?
nice echo of Jeff Gordon's column in the Post Dispatch
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