This is all Tommy Tuberville's fault. If he hadn't checked out and left it to the BBQ boys to handle things (when they clearly weren't) and hadn't introduced Tony Franklin into a coaching staff who did not want that, we don't fire him. We don't hire Chizik who hires the snake-oil salesman known as Gus Malzahn. Now, we miss out on the only national championship any of us would have ever seen in our lifetime, but we don't come to expect such lofty things either. And really, weren't we all happier before we started keeping up with the Joneses?