You know what? I love this guy. This is a man who grew up knowing he was meant to be a football coach. It didn't matter whether or not he was smart or talented enough to do so. As God as his witness he was going to become a football coach, and when he did he was going to give everything he had to doing so successfully. Well, here he is now. Trying to coach up a bunch of scantily clad women that just lost by SEVENTY SEVEN points. You think that's going to bring him down? You think he's going to stop putting in the hours to perfect his craft? No sir. Not in a million years. Losing by 11 touchdowns just means there is more work to be done. This humiliating loss in the most meaningless of games is just motivation for tomorrow. Doesn't matter that the girls who are getting paid to be there in bills so small it might as well be Monopoly money are busy solidifying their postgame plans. This speech wasn't for them. This speech was for him. It was to remind himself that he is living his dream. He is coaching football. It might not be good football. It might not be exciting football. It might be football whose fanbase is made up entirety of voyeuristic pervs that are only there in hopes that a nip might slip. But - by golly - it's still football, and it still means something to this guy. God bless him.
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