A Coach In The Legends (Lingerie) Football League Verbally Lambasted His Team At Halftime, While They Were Up By 14

BustedCoverage- The Seattle Mist pounded the LA Temptation 28-13 last week to win the LFL’s Western Conference Championship and advance to the Legends Cup, but don’t let that score fool you — it wasn’t all fun and games out there. Not when Seattle hothead head coach Chris Michaelson is around dropping F bombs and demanding perfection.

​His Mist were up 20-6 at half, but you wouldn’t know it after watching the guy berate his team for not looking for the ball on offense and burying the QB. It’s become quite the apparent the guy only has one gear...

After giving myself a second to process a rage-fueled tirade that appeared to be a projection of Chris Michaelson's personal problems at home or in his actual workplace, I must say that I don't find this remotely surprising. Sure, there were some times throughout that long winded diatribe - that went position by position in chastising the entirety of a roster that was currently up by multiple touchdowns - in which I wondered what he was so fucking mad about...

...Then I realized that he probably likes it better when his team is losing. You think a lunatic that is that passionate about football wants to be coaching a group of girls in booty shorts? All due respect to the proud members of the 'LFL' that could probably put me in a shock-induced coma with nothing more than a cold shoulder, but they can't possibly believe that the man who appears to be testing the limits of his heart is happy to be there. Chris Michaelson shows up to that "stadium" in front of tens-of-tens of fans every week just looking for a reason to get pissed off.

Down 14? Up 14? What's the difference? The head coach of the Seattle Mist is going to find some sort of justification - no matter how illogical - to vent the frustrations that he has with own inability to work in a league whose popularity isn't more closely tied to a bare midriff than Ezekiel Elliott's. Of course he has no qualms with essentially telling his team to go fuck themselves when they are halfway to the Legends Cup. He'd sell that cup to the nearest pawn shop if it afforded him the chance to coach at a level competitive enough to condone him telling his players to make sure their opponent is forced to stop mid-game to hold a funeral service.