Mike Leach

NOTE: This has nothing to do with marketing. But what the heck…

LEACH: Son, we live in a world that has sidelines. And those sidelines have to be guarded by men with pads.  Who’s gonna do it? You?  You, Gerald Myers?  I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom.  You weep for Adam James and you curse the Texas Tech football program.  You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: That James’ lock-up in the closet, while tragic, probably won games. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, wins games…

You don’t want the truth.  Because deep down, in places you don’t talk about at parties with your fat girlfriends, you want me on that sideline. You need me there.

(boasting) We use words like pass, spread, option, pirates and audible…we use these words as the backbone to a season spent winning games. You use ‘em 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 sports credibility that I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it. I’d prefer you just said “Arrr! … thank you”  and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a football and run routes.  Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you’re entitled to.

MEYERS:  (quietly) Did you order the code red?

LEACH: I did the job you sent me to do.

MEYERS: Did you order the code red?

LEACH: You’re goddamn right I did!

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