You know the kind, argued over mead and forest slaughter, “Who ya got, the Romans or the Huns in a rematch?”
The query presented: “Who was the worst U of L football coach of our lifetime? Cooper? Kragthorpe? TW Alley? Petrino II?”
Tough call, there.
But the point here is the fellow whose name never entered the discussion.
Yesterday while cherishing the Cardinals’ fifth W in their last six, Smart Guy wondered sarcastically, “Do you think Satt’s off the hot seat?”
Your scribe replied he never thought SS was really sitting on one.
Which is to underscore there was a turn of fortunes for this edition of U of L Football after the dismal L in Chestnut Hills.
Whatever happened — systematic tweaks, personnel switches, psychological motivation — it worked. Bigly. More bigly than Morgan & Morgan.
There’s an applicable descriptor for the phenomenon.