I've got friends who are LSU fans and are all up in Les Miles hat. Think he's some mad-scientist, evil-genius type. Brilliant tactician who knows the odds and gambles correctly almost every time. I, on the other hand, think he's a functioning simpleton who caught a few lucky breaks. They are so up his ass, though that I gave it a lot of thought and tried to figure out if I didn't like him because he has pig eyes or because he wears his hat like an assclown or because he talks like a babboon. Is he a good coach as they stridently proclaim?
And then I figured it out. Les Miles is Barry Switzer circa Dallas. Switzer was an addle-brained ass who earned a rep at OU by fielding a team of outlaws. When he was hired as the coach of the Cowboys everybody figured he was in over his head. But the simpleton went and won a Super Bowl. He done went and proved EVAHbody wrong, by GAW! He belonged in the NFL. Except he didn't. The idiotic decisions he made came home to roost in subsequent years when the talent level wasn't quite able to overcome his stupidity. And this will be the future of Lester Miles.
Book it. And remember that the DAY Mike Price was hired at Alabama, I called him Bobo The Clown and predicted that he wouldn't last a season.