The polls have closed and here are the final results:
View attachment 61153
I wasn’t surprised to see Jimmy win, but I thought Howard would have garnered more support than 10.7%. Butch snagged a quarter of the total ballots cast, which is respectable. The other four coaches collected a combined 12 votes (3.8%), but just one of them, Dennis Erickson, the only head coach to win two national championships at UM, deserved any real consideration.
And to those who voted for Alfred James Golden, Jr., A POX BE UPON YOU ALL!
As the check mark above indicates, I voted for Butch and here’s why:
Howard put Miami on the map. He made good on his
incredibly ridiculous promise for the Hurricanes to be national champions within five years of his arrival. Then, suddenly, with a persistent wife at his side, he decided to chase the dream of professional football in the upstart USFL. We all know how that ended. I’m a sentimental guy at heart and would have voted for Howard except for one reason: Jimmy Johnson.
If Howard stays, Jimmy never comes to Coral Gables. And if Howard put us on the map, Jimmy made us The U. So why didn’t I vote for Jimmy? Because, for all his faults, Dennis Erickson, was ... successful. His
worst season he went 9-3. His team was a perfect 12-0 in 1991, three years after Jimmy went to Dallas. He won two national championships in six years. Jimmy won one in five. How much better would Jimmy have done than Dennis? A similar question leads me to my final decision.
It’s debatable if Jimmy could have won more NCs than Dennis did during the same time period. But what would have happened if Butch had stayed? What Canes fan hasn’t asked himself that question over the years?! It’s that haunting feeling of unfinished business. Of squandered opportunity. Of wasted potential. Of shattered dreams. Of unfulfilled destiny.
Butch weathered terrible sanctions and crushing defeats during his early years. I think the ‘97 FSU game is the one that stings the most. I lived in Orlando back then and watched the game at a friend’s apartment with mostly Seminoles in attendance. I learned that day there’s something
far worse than ridicule from your opponent: sincere pity. 47-0 to those ******** felt worse than the 58-0 drubbing Clemson gave us two decades later. Plus, that loss set in motion the series of events that led to Mark Richt’s miraculous return. (Thanks, Dabo!) But Butch toughed it out, paid his dues and assembled a wrecking machine the likes of which college had never seen before or since, and may never see again on one roster.
And then Butch lied, and then he left, and then he lost. Miserably and repeatedly in Cleveland.
So that’s what it comes down to for me. If Butch hadn’t prematurely ejected,
what could have been?
Go Canes!