When coaches are in trouble, weâ€”the mediaâ€”pounce.
He might get fired.
He could get fired.
He should get fired.
He will get fired.
If he loses this game, he’ll get fired.
Yes, he won that game. But it was close. So if he loses this game, he’s dead.
Personally, I hate this stuff; hated the whole Charlie Weis firing frenzy. We, humans, are so bored that this genre of speculation counts for genuine entertainment. We question and wonder and pronounce. In South Bend, the Weis-is-gone watch has been going on for years. Then they’ll bring in a new coach. And he’ll stink. So the speculation will start again. And again. And again. They say coaches are hired to be fired, and it’s almost always true. But why do people find the drama so engrossing? Why was Weis’ fate at Notre Dameâ€”a long-lost college football programâ€”especially interesting? Does his dismissal impact my life in any way at all?
Come to think of it, does Tiger Woods’ car accident? Let’s say he fell asleep at the wheel. Let’s say he didn’t, and his wife caught him with Madonna and a line of cocaine, then beat the snot out of him with a Louisville Slugger. What difference does it make to me? Why is it news? Why do we care?
I’m always baffled by this disconcerting form of entertainment.
Why, dear God, do we care?