Like the death rattle of an elderly consumptive man, when Richt and UM has gone down the list and hired every conceivable position that Butchy could actually fill-in for, we will finally be left with ideas that he should be hired to clean the Urinals in the Hecht or perhaps come on board as a fluffing-consultant whereby he makes visits to "our boys" on the 7th floor before rivalry games and eases their nerves the night before by giving them a tender hand job before they lazily fall asleep and dream of a nude Brett Romberg. Yes, at least we are allowing ole Butch to make his final ride to the pearly gates with his dignity fully in tact...."hey Butch can you go put some coffee on, Mark is tired and may need a foot rub."
For one last time, and like anyone on this board with a shred of intelligence has been pummeling into your small brains for 6 months, Butch Davis will never, and under no capacity, will ever be associated in any way with the UM football program. Ever. Period. Never. From the words of someone quite powerful in this process (I assure you) when asked about Butch's real chances, the response was "oh for ****s sake, next question."
You know what happens to so called "intellectual warriors" such as yourself in war?
You **** yourself as you see your opponents blade swiftly heading towards what soon will be a gaping hole, in what will soon be what is left of your skull as your carcass slowly falls, limp and lifeless to the ground.
In those last fleeting nano-seconds you will expound on how being better trained and tougher could have saved you from this unfortunate ending.
If only you hadn't spent all of your extra time trying to be the world's biggest elitist douche bag, you could have propably saved your own life.
Alas, you and that ******, elitist friend of yours that sits on the BoT, can rely on your status and your money. Until one day, the grim reaper comes for your @$$e$, and then you realize, you're only mortal, just like the rest of us.
So, in the simplest way that I can put it...
Go suck a big black **** and choke on it, you sniveling little, yes man, Hecht ******.