deathvalleyfreak43

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Chad504boy

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What do you know?? You would have said this about anyone.

Wouldn’t mind giving Frank Wilson a shot

They have their minds elsewhere

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Aside from his current record this hear, what is it about Golesh that makes him a good hire?

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Has experience in the SEC and helped facilitate the high powered Tennessee offense. Came into an abysmal USF session and turned them around in 1 year and building on it this year.

Ready for a head coach that is not the CEO model and can handle 1 side of the ball.

He has an intense personality and is a very hard worker.

We need to channel some of that early 2000s magic. They can also go to gamedays around the country and be a presence to intimidate people out of talking shite on us.

Wtf did you want them to do?? That amount is not that much. Honestly feel like you were properly rewarded.

lol reminds me of Tigerdroppings

This place is very toxic. Has been for like 15 years now.

How about LSU not completely collapse in the 2nd half.. that would probably be a good place to start

The air inside the LSU athletic complex was heavy with silence, the kind that only comes after a public humiliation. Outside, the lights of Tiger Stadium still glowed faintly, mocking reminders of what was supposed to be Brian Kelly’s empire. The Tigers had just been throttled by Texas A&M — again — and Baton Rouge was already boiling. Scott Woodward sat behind his mahogany desk, sleeves rolled up, jaw set like stone. He didn’t even look up when Kelly entered. “Sit down, Brian,” he said flatly, voice like gravel. “Or don’t. Won’t matter either way.”

Kelly tried to speak, something rehearsed and corporate about “rebuilding phases” and “next year’s recruiting class,” but Woodward’s glare sliced through him. “Save it,” he snapped. “You came down here talking about ‘alignment’ and ‘culture.’ All I’ve seen is confusion, excuses, and a defense that couldn’t stop a high school team from Denham Springs.” He leaned forward, eyes blazing. “You had the resources, the players, the fan base. And you still managed to make Saturday nights in Death Valley boring. That’s a sin in Louisiana, Brian.”

Kelly opened his mouth again, but Woodward waved him off like a bad smell. “You fooled the suits up north with that fake accent and the preacher routine,” he said coldly. “But down here, we can smell fraud like swamp water in August. Pack your office. Don’t even bother with the press conference—I’ll handle that myself.” Woodward stood, buttoning his jacket, the conversation over. “We brought you here to win championships, not to collect buyouts. Enjoy the money. Lord knows you didn’t earn the respect.”