You know how when you want closure from something traumatic, and the final step in moving on is reliving and laughing about it? Well, this is what I hope to do today. Think of the Brian VanGorder era as an old relationship that was super fun and new (I’ve never been with someone with a stache!) that turned into a dysfunctional disaster you needed ten showers to get rid of.
I’ll likely never be able to forgive how Jaylon Smith, the greatest talent VanGorder will ever coach, was used as the cleanup crew on a defense with more holes than swiss cheese eaten by a mouse.