Son, we live in a world that has recruits, and those recruits have to be guarded by men with charisma. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. condoms SUCK? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for LSU, and you curse the Fighting Irish. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That LSU's loss, while tragic, probably saved our recruiting class. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, brings in talent. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that recruit, you need me on that recruit. We use words like 5 star, playing time, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a season spent defending our name. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very recruiting that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a telephone, and start recruiting. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.