The Reign of King Bo Begins...

Has order been restored yet?

Never have so many people looked forward to something so important, and said so little when their wish came true.

Let me start by saying that I’m happy. I’m happy you guys will continue to bombard my comment section with ridiculous claims, baseless paranoia and myopic speculation. I’ve said it once…I’ll say it again 1,000 times: My job is easier when you act like a bunch of douchebags. And having a castoff coordinator with no experience, certainly looks like very well could do the trick.

I’m going to repeat what I said Sunday as well, in case you missed it…nobody knows what this guy is going to do, just as nobody knew what a gigantic flop Bill Callahan was going to be. (Except me) But regardless of fact or educated supposition, many of you will simply grasp at any straw you can find, and immediately take your place on the front lines of a war you simply can not win.

I mean, haven’t you been down this road before? Wasn’t it somebody who looked like you who preached to me for months what a Super Bowl coach could do for such a storied program? Wasn’t it somebody that looked like you who tried to convince me that recruits and turning your program into a pro-prospect factory alone could win you titles?

Hmmm, so now that that didn’t work, what is REALLY the key to restoring the order? Yelling and screaming like a 6 year old at Bill Snyder after a blowout loss? Ranting and going apeshit on the sidelines as Brad Smith runs for another 60 yards? Is that going to work? OK, LSU had a good defense over the last few years…but wasn’t it you people who said “Some people were just meant to be coordinators and not coaches” at Callahan’s firing press conference? Are you so sure about this? Or is it simply another leap of faith into a boiling vat of oil?

Truth be told, you don’t know what the hell you want, as long as it meets your requirement du jour….which in this case was merely to wear a red shirt with an N on it at some point in the past 30 years. Well Mission Accomplished. Seems to me a bit of a high risk, high reward of going about things…especially considering the swarms of valuable lessons that should be swirling inside your head after your abysmal and embarrassing performance this season. (And no, I don’t mean on the field…I mean bragging about things you have absolutely NO CLUE about…like former ASU quarterbacks, rebuilt defensive lines, or systems that have no hope of working in college.)

As your biggest enemy, let me be the first to welcome Quin Pelini to the throne, as lord and emperor of the Husker kingdom. Just as I predicted, the cockroaches have began to scully across the floor, as blind confidence and arrogance begins to rush back into the atmosphere. It was as predictable as the sun rising in the east.

Hope the next 3-4 years will be as fun as the last 3-4 years. Good luck with that. I’m sure we’ll be chatting more about this in the coming days.

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As for Missouri? Hmmmm…where do I begin on this one?

I know, how bout an analogy?

Let’s pretend some of you sloths defied the odds, and somehow got a girlfriend. Now lets say this modest looking girl was super sweet, super fun and although not a knockout, just right for your tastes. So you stick with this girl for a long while, and develop a great relationship.

But suddenly one day, you come home from a business trip (let’s pretend Arbys has business trips) and find that your girl has suddenly cut and styled her hair, lost 25lbs, and got one hell of a breast enhancement. Before you can spit out the word, “Wow”…she turns to you and says she’s dumping you for her personal trainer named Sven.

Dejected and feeling sorry for yourself, you spend the next several weeks wondering where you went wrong. You break down each and every situation, and play it over and over again in your head. Your emotions go from sorry, to angry to bitter.

Then one day, you are walking down the street and you notice Sven and your old woman walking hand in hand on the sidewalk. Before they can spot you, Sven accidentally stumbles on a crack in the pavement and loses his balance for a moment.

You suddenly run over to the guy, throw your fingers in his face and laugh hysterically. You turn and do cartwheels down the street, as you continue to mock and mimic his stumble…laughing all the way to your 1 bedroom apartment.

Meanwhile, Sven rolls his eyes, grabs your ex’s ass, takes her home and bounces her off the ceiling 3 times a day for a month until she has to wheel her uterus to work in a little red wagon.

So what’s my point? My point is you’re only making yourself look like complete idiots by bashing teams that not just beat you…but crushed you. What’s that? Missouri got screwed by the BCS? Hmmm..something tells me I’d rather take that than a loss to Oklahoma State by 31…at home. Or perhaps go 5-7, after giving up 989,381 points in the final five games of the season. Or perhaps it beats starting over at square #1 with a guy with zero head coaching experience, who was nearly run out of town by his own fans of his current team.

Am I supposed to be crushed? If you say so....but do you have any idea how bad Missouri football has been in my lifetime? Any clue? I used to celebrate 1 point wins over Kansas and Iowa State…now I’m supposed to lose my mind and get all pissed off because the BCS screwed up and every sportswriter in the country is bashing and mocking the decision to no end?

I’m supposed to lose my mind because the consolation prize is a New Years Day bowl (A bowl in which YOU people described as the 5th BCS bowl, more prestigious than any other this time last year), in the heart of the area they recruit the most?

Am I disappointed? Yeah sure, I guess. But am I outraged? Uhhh…not exactly. So no matter what the reaction, it really isn’t going to change much when some 5’3 inch dude with a mullet and a piece of yellow foam on his head comes over and laughs in my face. Say what you will…while you’re restoring whatever it is you’ve put on a t-shirt this week. Just rest assured that while you're doing that, other fans will still be dropping the hammer on what you once had for a long long time..and enjoying ever minute.

Let the new era begin.