I've never liked Bo Pelini. I understand that coaches yell; that happens. But Pelini always seems
this close to throwing a punch at one of his players, which is way different--he's like Bob Knight in the later years at Indiana when he figured that nobody in the administration would dare stand up to him. Watching him recently, I finally figured out exactly why I dislike him--he reminds me of those elementary school friends' dads who would go nuts and go upside their kids' heads if they forgot to jiggle the handle while you were playing NES. I always wondered, if that's what goes on when there
aren't a couple of other kids around? The same goes for Pelini--there's being intense, and then there's being an out-of-control prick. And he, my friends, is one out-of-control prick.
And his cameraman-assaulting brother looks like the ne'er-do-well parolee uncle who slept on the couch and seemed
way too interested in whether or not any of our female classmates would be coming over:
Dennis
I'm just saying.