There's no crying in football.
To paraphrase Tom Hanks.Awwww. Poor Mike Tice. Given the ax a week and a half ago. Of course, he cried when he said good-bye to his professional home of the most recent stone age.
Mike Tice may be a great guy. A so-so coach. A horrible disciplinarian. But he should have one heck of a endorsement deal from Kleenex. That man cried for everything.
He cried when Daunte hurt his knee.
He cried when he was accused of being a horrible coach at the start of the season.
He cried when they defeated Farve and the rest of the cheeseheads.
He cried when Tony Dungy's son died.
He cried when the "Love Boat" cruise created so much controversy around their little camp.
He cried when he was fired.
He cried when it was announced that Camp Snoopy at the Mall of America lost the rights to the Peanuts characters.
Ok, I may have made that last one up. Although I have no proof that it's not true. He does have kids...they may be attached to the giant dog for all I know.
But he really did cry for all of rest of the above. If there was a Vikings press conference and Tice agreed to speak for some reason, there was sure to be tears. I never knew, before this season, that football was so emotional.
Thank goodness the Metrodome is on the Mississippi. Those tears from the giant caveman had to flow somewhere.
I'm glad there's a new head coach in the Twin Cities. I can't handle the soap opera...the NFL was soooo melodramatic.
posted by Steph @ 7:23 PM
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