When's Groh Go?

The Hoos have sucked at football since Shep was a pup. No surprises here...academics and the gridiron do not necessarily good bedfellows make. I get that. It's OK. If you want to brag about your athletic graduation rates and your student athletes, I'm with you. I can hack it. More reason to drink in the parking lot, I say. This bullshit about winning all started when ESPN put the lights up in Scott Stadium so they could get Clemson on the air for a Thursday night game...boy that was a fun night...not.

If, however, you set up expectations for a transformational program...ACC championships (not a feat to brag about this year), bowls, national rankings, suite prices approaching six figures, TV in primetime...you get the picture, then you'd better friggin' win...early and often.

The sucking sound in Charlottesville is so loud this year, it can be heard everywhere. Like it or not, the head Suckmaster is Al Groh. Hey Al, when it takes a wheelbarrow to get your dough to the bank on payday, I'm pretty sure the boss thinks accountability for results is part of the exercise. Now I don't know if Al's got pictures of Casteen or Littlepage boinking barnyard animals or whatever, but somebody in Hoo-ville better grow some stones 'cause the natives have torches and pitchforks and they're getting ready to march on the Hook...I'm pretty sure somebody's getting burned at the stake for this one...

Maybe it's time to start the Groh-gone pool. When will the testicularly challenged dipweeds in Charlottesville buy Al a one way ticket to Palooka-ville? Me? I think he coached his last home game for the Hoos on Saturday. I'm hoping they're sticking the fork in him as I write. What say you? Have they got the cajones to put the juice to Groh mid-season? Lemme know...