The boat is sinking.
We're five years removed from P.J. Fleck getting sold to me as college football's next Urban Meyer, and yet here he is, still in the Land of 10,000 Lakes preparing to take one on the chin from college football's actual rising star.
But to be clear, I don't hate Fleck. In fact, I respect him. The dude grifted his way to this position with fun catchphrases and a big smile with nobody even bothering to realize that he's actually bad at coaching football. He's a mascot with a whistle that makes almost $5 million a year.