Scene: Pregame for the Pinstripe Bowl at Yankee Stadium
Looks like snow. Humph, imagine that. Does anyone know if the ACC has a bowl tie-in with any of these northern bowls? I need me some Jimmy Buffett and fancy drinks with little umbrellas and even smaller bikinis. Ya know?
I don't believe so, coach. All southern bowls. It's supposed to be about the game, though. Are you sure your head is in the right place?
Don't worry, football is the only thing that can warm you on a crappy day like this. Unless you got that flask with you.
After the game, coach. What I really want to know...
Doobie doo. I got a lot of want to.
Oh god, it's Robinson. Tremendous.
Hey y'all, I'm back...back in the New York Groove.
I'll never live this one down, will I?
The day I mixed Xanax and tequila. You may remember it as the day you became the head football coach at Syracuse.
Don't beat yourself up, Doc. It's not like you replaced Bobby Petrino with John L. Smith. Don't get me wrong, that was bad. But it wasn't slap yourself in the face bad. Ya know?
Shut up Greg, you had your chance. And Doc, you might wanna beat yourself up a little over that.
That's right Holgorsen, rub it in. He'll sic Otto on you.
What? It's not like it's casino security backed up by state troopers. It's a freaking mascot. Not even a scary one at that.
Oh, you wanna call down the thunder? It's on!
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