Post by Jet on Dec 2, 2013 10:45:46 GMT -6
PAWWWLLL
Coach, people want to know whether you called for the field goal.
COACH NICK SABAN
We live in a world that has Aubs, aight. And those Barners gotta be dominated 365 days a year. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Phyllis from Mulga? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for your Walmart T-shirts, your houndstooth hats and everything, your vicarious championships, and you curse me and Cade Foster. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: That while I am a fantastic coach, Gus Malzahn is dancing in my brain. Auburn’s victory, while tragic, was earned. And you idiots are no better than they are. And as a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure they’re better than you. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you at this moment, has won three national championships.
You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, I don't think you don’t like me, and I know I don’t like you.
I use words like process, dominate and aight … I use those words as the backbone of a life spent as a miserable person that can coach football. You use 'em as a punchline because you think I’m sort of houndstoothed gnome that owes you a win every single game.
I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a bunch of spoiled nimrods who rise and sleep under the very blanket of the championships I provide, then question the manner in which I provide them. I'd prefer you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a helmet and try to survive The Process. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to.
PAWWLLL
Did you order the field goal?
SABAN
He made 60 yarders in practice.
PAWWWLLL
Did you order the field goal?
SABAN
There was no way he could run it back.
PAWWWLLL
DID YOU ORDER THE FIELD GOAL!?!
SABAN
YOU'RE $*@&@!# RIGHT I DID!
Coach, people want to know whether you called for the field goal.
COACH NICK SABAN
We live in a world that has Aubs, aight. And those Barners gotta be dominated 365 days a year. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Phyllis from Mulga? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for your Walmart T-shirts, your houndstooth hats and everything, your vicarious championships, and you curse me and Cade Foster. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: That while I am a fantastic coach, Gus Malzahn is dancing in my brain. Auburn’s victory, while tragic, was earned. And you idiots are no better than they are. And as a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure they’re better than you. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you at this moment, has won three national championships.
You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, I don't think you don’t like me, and I know I don’t like you.
I use words like process, dominate and aight … I use those words as the backbone of a life spent as a miserable person that can coach football. You use 'em as a punchline because you think I’m sort of houndstoothed gnome that owes you a win every single game.
I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a bunch of spoiled nimrods who rise and sleep under the very blanket of the championships I provide, then question the manner in which I provide them. I'd prefer you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a helmet and try to survive The Process. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to.
PAWWLLL
Did you order the field goal?
SABAN
He made 60 yarders in practice.
PAWWWLLL
Did you order the field goal?
SABAN
There was no way he could run it back.
PAWWWLLL
DID YOU ORDER THE FIELD GOAL!?!
SABAN
YOU'RE $*@&@!# RIGHT I DID!
