But don’t let that distract you from Ohio head coach Brian Smith getting fired before a bowl game.
After leading the Ohio Bobcats to an 8-4 record in his first year as head coach, the university announced this week they are firing Brian Smith for having multiple affairs, including with an undergrad student, and reeking of alcohol.
On Dec. 12, the school sent Smith a notice of termination letter, citing five grounds for firing him for cause and voiding any buyout. Included in the first citation was “extramarital affairs, including one with an undergraduate student” that took place at the Ohio University Inn on campus and was seen by a player’s parent.
The university also said it received a report that Smith “smelled of alcohol” and acted intoxicated in his demeanor during a public appearance that’s a routine part of his job. It did not elaborate on the event. He was previously reprimanded in late November for drinking and storing alcohol in his office, as The Athletic reported Wednesday. During that investigation, Smith claimed he periodically had a single drink of bourbon with assistant coaches after normal business hours. (The Athletic)
At age 45, Brian Smith finally earned his dream job.
His first head coaching gig.
He’s running a college football program.
He’s made it.
And my guy could not stop drinking and humping.
But the Bobcats went 8-4.
If you want your program to succeed, you have to allow the genius behind the 8-win operation, the freedom to relieve his stress through the overconsumption of potions and campus prowls for philosophy majors to spend the night at his depressing, divorced dad hotel room.
All of his relationships sound consensual. I’ve watched enough Mad Men to know these execs are pouring themselves glasses of bourbon before they even pull their desk chairs back.
Brian Smith was just being Don Drapper and now he’s in trouble. What is even the point of working your ass off, year-after-year, climbing the ladder to get your own head coaching job, if not to fully enjoy the spoils of that labor?
You know how many seasons Brian Smith was probably white-knuckling, promising himself he wouldn’t drink until he reached his goal? Only to get to his goal and not be able to kick his feet back, as a co-ed blows him before her Econ final.
Free Brian Smith.
I will be missing this year’s Frisco Bowl, out of principle.
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