“Row the Boat” — and P.J. Fleck, in general — inspires a lot of mockery.
And I get it. Mockery is a tenet of college football, especially between rivals. I will never stop making fun of Wisconsin head coach Paul Chryst and his wardrobe of crewneck sweatshirts, and I hold out hope that one day Iowa offensive coordinator Brian Ferentz will find a blue fairy willing to grant his wish to become a real boy worthy of his father’s love.
Fleck has the high energy of a self-help guru and a motivational mantra to match, inviting people to ridicule him as a charlatan peddling a gimmicky life philosophy that serves no real purpose other than to attract a lot of attention.