The Loneliness of Steve-o Stripling

The head coach quit.
Happy trails, Butch Jones. Get outta' here, scumbag.
The offensive coordinator bailed. See ya', douchebag.
So, too, the defensive coordinator took a powder.
Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out, Loser.
Suddenly Cincinnati had become a radioactive town for college coaches.
Except for one. Steve Stripling. The Dline coach. A face like 20 miles of bad road. Yes, an interim coach. But what an interim coach. Take note, interim coach Guidry. Mr. Stripling has 'Head Man" written all over him. You, Mr. Guidry, have "hack defensive coordinator" scrawled all over your vagina.
This was a hell of a bowl  game. A game coached on one side, I suspect, entirely by the players.
And Steve-o Stripling. Thank you, Steve-o. Bearcats with the win.

Whoa. Daddy.

Jimbosuke