Confessions of a doog

This thread is pretty fun. It's so long now I can't remember if I already posted my confession. Here are a few things I haven't selectively forgotten:

I stayed quiet but was cautiously optimistic about Gilby and Ty when first hired.

I kinda bought in to the Gilby undefeated hype stirred up by Samek.

I thought president Emmert was going to be good for the program.

I did speak up in defense of Ty in years 1-2 when his louder critics hammered on things that didn't seem justified. One example would be his shit canning Hemphill and Braunstein, both of whom sucked so I was right. Still doogish.

I thought UW might hire Herm Edwards.

I liked Locker and made excuses for him, same as I did for Stanback.

I got excited about what I saw in Sark's first game against LSU...classic moral victory.

I thought keeping Wilcox and the rest of the staff might be a good idea when Sark left.

I thought we might have a chance against Oregon EVERY year during the streak.

I'm sure there were plenty of others.

Hemphill didn't suck.

How was he good? Just because some players on the team said he was?

With some of the guys, it's hard to tell. It's hard to look good with shitty coaching. That said, shitty teams normally have poor talent. Hemphill did not do anything post UW to make anyone believe he was any good.

He was the best safety on the team and produced greatly when given the opportunity.

You try maximizing your skills when the authority figure intrusted in your development puts you in the doghouse.

Willingham actively cost guys who had a chance millions.

Being the tallest midget doesn't make you tall.
 
I was part of Jim Daves' crack PR staff that "handled damage control" on the Billy Joe Hobert loan scandal.

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I remember walking out of a building downtown Seattle the week of Arizona 1992 and seeing the headline on the Times about Billy Joe in the newspaper box.

What is a newspaper and why is it in a box?

Anyway, got physically ill at the sight of it.

The day the music died

I had a job as an assistant or intern or some shit in the sports information office. I made $5 an hour and got some kind of credit for my worthless Communications degree. I happened to be "on duty" the afternoon that the news first hit.

I was dispatched to the pedestrian bridge over Montlake Blvd across from the Graves building to tell players who were headed to practice not to talk to any media. That really sucked, because I was delivering really shitty news to those guys.

Dan Raley, Art Thiel and several other local fishwrap shitheels were skulking around trying to get quotes from players who hadn't been briefed yet.

What a disaster. And the 1992 recruiting class was going to be special too, Dick Baird told me so (literally).

Chinteresting.

Our paths have crossed.
 
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