And he did it, with this one last priceless photo op of him looking like Jeff Daniels in Dumb n' Dumber.
To quote Clark Griswold...
And I want to look him straight in the eye, and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is! Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where's the Tylenol?
Meanwhile, once upon a time, Jim Tressel was considered the most vile, low-down, evil, lying, cheatin' son-of-a-gun in college football.
SI.com had their in depth investigation, splashed on the cover, oh so full of righteousness.
How quaint that scandal seems in comparison. Did the Vest lie? Yes. To the NCAA. Shame.
But it's not like he was having an extra-marital affair with a 20-something grad student, to whom he paid $20,000 as walking-around-girlfriend money. All while fast-tracking her for a cushy job inside the football program, and then lying to the University and the media about a motorcycle accident with his honey-do on the back seat giving him a reach around (probably) at the worst possible time.
Now that, my friends, is a scandal!
At this rate, SI might just run out of covers to properly tsk-tsk the unseemly underbelly of this thing called "college football."