For such a tap-dancing queen that prances around crying about intelligence and critical thinking, you'd think you'd put your commemorative ***** flask full of Mike's Throbbing Hard Lemonade down long enough to accurately read people's posts.
Slide those Grindr notifications off so they stop blowing up your phone, dismount you're boyfriend, and try again:
Al Golden wasn't winning 10 games a year when suddenly a few banners popped up and he got fired.
As my post said and you failed to read (probably because you were ducked behind a flipped over desk, dodging ropes of **** at a Wilton Mannors orgy like an American Gladiator contestant long enough to come here and make another shltty post) it added more pressure and negative publicity and it helped expedite the inevitable.
No matter how many times you or the other dorky homers tell yourselves otherwise while on you're seat-less morning bike rides, that fact won't change and was confirmed repeatedly by people who actually know what went on, not some ******* Hecht geek in the middle of a gender transition and thinks "hurhur you went to a higher-ranked university than Miami!" is a good insult.