In yesterday’s Palm Beach Post, Urban Meyer said that when Nicki, his 18-year-old daughter, learned that he was stepping down as Florida’s coach, she hugged him and yelled, “I’m getting my daddy back!”
“I saw it as a sign from God that this was the right thing to do,” Meyer said of his daughter’s reaction. “I was worried about letting people down. I was feeling so awful and concerned about my health. That was among several other signs that said it’s time to back away.”
Uh … yeah.
Now, Meyer has changed his mind. He’s not stepping down. He’s stepping back. He’ll take a leave. A few weeks. Maybe a month. Will he coach the team in 2010? Almost certainly. Why? Because, well … ahem … eh … that’s what college coaches do. They coach. They win. They ignore their families because they owe it to a bigger family … a more important family: The Team!
“I owe it to our players and our staff and my family and the University of Florida to get healthy and coach,” he said.
Pathetic.
Absolutely pathetic.
I have regularly used this blog to condemn big-time college coaches, and I will continue right now. They are the worst kinds of snakes; the worst kinds of people. They go into the homes of young men and promise the world. They lie and cheat and urge and break rules … and for what? To win games. Games!? Pathetic. Sad.
Two days ago, Urban Meyer’s daughter told him she was thrilled he was leaving his job.
He was overcome by emotion.
For a day.
Pathetic.
