Mike Schmidt said something about Philadelphia being the only place you could experience the ecstasy of victory one night and the agony of reading about it in the paper the next day.
Saturday night was pretty ecstasy-filled, a lot of hugs among the fans who sat through losses to Fordham not so long ago and even had Fordham—Fordham, this is—fans yell, “Bleep you, Temple!” as they drove out the exits of Lot K.
And, at the time, we couldn’t say a damn thing.
That all changed last night with Temple fans on top of the world after winning the AAC East title and I thought the good feeling would last for a long, long time—or at least until the “real” championship next week at Houston.
It lasted for no longer than the hour it took me to get home.
Flipping open the laptop, I expected to read about the ecstasy of winning, but the first headline I saw was about the head coach leaving for Missouri. When I heard that it was Missouri, I thought of former Phils’ outfielder Jeff Stone, who was from Missouri but never outside that state until his first training camp at Clearwater. After a 3-for-4 night at Jack Russell Stadium, Stone looked up at the moon and said: “That’s a beautiful moon. Would that be the same moon we have back in Missouri?”
The entire Phils’ press corps broke up and Stone had that look on his face wondering what he said that was funny.
When I heard Missouri, I thought: “Would that be the same Missouri that walked out and threatened not to play a football game?”
Yeah, it would be that Missouri. The problem, to me, is not Matt Rhule but the eat-your-young mentality of the NCAA. If coaches, like kids, were forced to sit out a year before transferring, a lot of this destructive “coaching carousel” talk would be muted.
Everybody says this morning to chill and that Matt Rhule is not going anywhere but I don’t like what I heard after the game. Would it have killed him to say, “I am Temple’s head coach for as long as this wonderful university will have me.”
Evidently, it would have killed him, and that’s what is troubling this morning. We were all told that this guy was different, that he was no Daz or no Golden and that he wanted to sign a 20-year contract. There’s still time to mute the talk and I hope he is reaching for the remote right now.
Otherwise, this whole week is going to be one big distraction talking about big fat elephants when the focus should be on getting a chip.