How much longer until Lane Kiffen run's away/gets fired?

[biosurfer1]

I, for one, could not be happier. He is a terrible coach, given opportunity after opportunity because of his dad. He has been caught lying through his teeth, including today: Marqise Lee confirms USC Trojans held players-only meeting - ESPN Los Angeles

He is constantly under NCAA scrutiny for recruitment violation which I'm sure goes on all the time, yet somehow Lane is the only one who gets caught time after time.

My biggest problem is what a turncoat he is. Doesn't do anything worthy at the Raiders (to his credit, who can?) so he gets fired, runs to Tennessee where he puts in a tough 1 year before jumping ship to USC where he has taken a good program and turned them into a laughing stock.

BTW, I'm not a Raiders, Tennessee or USC fan, just a fan of seeing a terrible coach and person get what he deserves

I'm sure when he inevitably gets fired, he will already have a long list of who to blame besides himself.

[Tobra]

This came up on bing, wiki fixed it before I could get a screen shot.

Lane Kiffin - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lane_KiffinCoaching career · Family and Personal Life · Head coaching record
Lane Monte Kiffin (born May 9, 1975) is the head douchebag of the University of Southern California Trojans college football team. He previously served as...

I don't really think it is fair. I would characterize him as a bag of the scum variety, rather than douche

[McLovin]

You guys are being unfair.

Kiffin is a football genius, just misunderstood. He simply needs more time to let his genius shine! I think usc would be foolish to not lock him up with a very long term (8-10 years) unbreakable contract, for as much money as possible. Hopefully he will be at usc for the next decade, and beyond.

Plus, kiffin is getting a lot of support in the community!

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Bruins-for-Kiffin/586743034715467

[herr_oberst]

...But I think Pat Hayden needs to sign him up for an unbreakable, multi-year contract. Lane just needs to find his sweet spot, then, look out, SC will rise again!

[ossiblue]

Maybe he could be hired as a grammar coach, given the comments of Marcus Lee: "Kiffin don't know," Lee told the Daily News. "Players [only]. Players. Kiffin don't know nothing about it. No coaches [were allowed]. We did have that meeting. … Now [Kiffin] knows."

Ah yes, student athletes...

[sammyg2]

I don't know what all the fuss is about, kiffin is a great coach ........

As I was saying at the end of last season:
"One Kiffin down, one to go."

[onewhippedpuppy]

I think it's great, contract extension time!

[sammyg2]

Problem is, Pat Hayden came out last year saying that kiffin is the best thing since sliced bread.
he aint gonna sell out kiffin because he'd be cutting his own throat too.
They'll both use the NCAA sanctions as an excuse for another year, then it'll be to late to save either one.

[onewhippedpuppy]

Problem is, Pat Hayden came out last year saying that kiffin is the best thing since sliced bread.

he aint gonna sell out kiffin because he'd be cutting his own throat too.

They'll both use the NCAA sanctions as an excuse for another year, then it'll be to late to save either one.

After the train wreck this has been, the AD will likely be out the door too.

[matt f]

Fired yesterday.

[RWebb]

so, which program will he ruin next?

[Les Paul]

After Mack Brown gets UT blown out by OU for the 3rd straight year he is next to get axed. At least he won big for a good stretch.

[McLovin]

St. Joseph School for the Deaf intermural.

so, which program will he ruin next?

[biosurfer1]

Maybe his dad can get him a job at Dallas...towel boy or something?

[URY914]

This morning ESPN was reporting he was fired when the team plane landed after the game. He's luckly they let him fly home.

[RWebb]

in all fairness, we have to acknowledge that Pete Carroll left behind an Augean steaming pile of ____ ; it is just that Kiffle could not clean it up

(now, I expect that some graduate of the little rich boyz college will post about what a wonderful guy Carroll is, and maybe throw in some unicorn and fairy cartoons too)

[onewhippedpuppy]

so, which program will he ruin next?

After he screwed up Tennessee in one year I would have said nobody, instead he snagged one of the nation's premier coaching jobs. So while my logical side says nobody, there are apparently a lot of gullible ADs out there.

[sammyg2]

If you can't even get the man's name correct how can you expect anyone to take anything else you say seriously?

[sammyg2]

Originally Posted by RWebb

in all fairness, we have to acknowledge that Pete Carroll left behind an Augean steaming pile of ____ ; it is just that Kiffle could not clean it up

(now, I expect that some graduate of the little rich boyz college will post about what a wonderful guy Carroll is, and maybe throw in some unicorn and fairy cartoons too)

No unicorns or fairy tales, just TRUTH and FACTS.
Reposted from 1/3/2009

Originally Posted by sammyg2

There are plenty of things you don't know about USC football coach Pete Carroll
By J.R. Moehringer

Pete Carroll, head coach of the football team at the University of Southern California, turns to me one night around 8 p.m. and says he’s got something to do, somewhere he needs to be. We’re standing outside his office at Heritage Hall, the redbrick headquarters of USC’s athletic program, the trophy-filled heart of Troy. I ask Carroll where he’s going, what he’s doing. He doesn’t answer.

I ask if I can come along. No, he says, absolutely not. I ask again. Sorry, he says. I stare imploringly. OK, he says, looking me up and down—but you’d better change. He rummages through a small wardrobe in the corner of his office and finds a white polo, which he flips to me like a screen pass.

Put this on.

How come?

Your shirt, it’s blue—you might get shot.

Where the hell are we going?

He walks quickly out of the office.

2. HE OFTEN WOULDN’T LET ME TAKE NOTES, SO SOME QUOTATIONS ARE APPROXIMATIONS FROM MEMORY

While wriggling into Carroll's shirt, I hurry to keep pace. It’s not easy. Carroll’s normal gait is what others might call a wind sprint. Down some stairs, around a practice field, through a parking lot, we zoom across campus. He tells me to stow my notebook. It might make the people we’re meeting uncomfortable.

Who are we meeting?

Look for a blue van, Carroll says.

A blue van?

There, he says. Sure enough, a blue van is double-parked at the corner, and beside it stands our driver and escort for the night, a deep-chested, gentle-voiced man named Bo Taylor. I climb into the backseat. Carroll rides shotgun.

Along the way Taylor tells me that he and Carroll do this often. They make late-night journeys through the dicey precincts of Los Angeles. Alone, unarmed, they cruise the desolate, impoverished, crime-ridden streets, meeting as many people (mostly young men) as possible. The mission: Let them know that someone busy, someone famous, someone well known for winning, is thinking about them, rooting for them. The young men have hard stories, grim stories, about their everyday lives, and at the very least Carroll’s visit gives them a different story to tell tomorrow. Carroll says: “Somebody they would never think would come to them and care about them and worry about them—did. I think it gives them hope.”

Few fans of USC, Carroll concedes, know that he spends his nights this way. He’s not sure he wants them to know. He’s not sure he wants anyone to know. I ask what his wife of 31 years, Glena, thinks of these excursions. He doesn’t answer. (Days later Glena tells me with a laugh that she doesn’t worry about Carroll driving around L.A., but she drew the line when he mentioned visiting Baghdad.)

We start in east South-Central, a block without streetlights, without stores. Broken glass in the gutters. Fog and gloom in the air. We hop out and approach a group of young men bunched on the sidewalk. Glassy-eyed, they’re either drunk, stoned, or else just dangerously bored. They recognize Carroll right away. Several look around for news trucks and politicians, and they can’t hide their shock when they realize that Carroll is here, relatively speaking, alone.

Carroll shakes hands, asks how everyone’s doing. He marches up and down the sidewalk, the same way he marches up and down a sideline—exhorting, pumping his fist. At first the young men are nervous, starstruck, shy. Gradually they relax. They talk about football, of course, but also about the police, about how difficult it is to find a job. They talk about their lives, and their heads snap back when Carroll listens.

A car pulls up. Someone’s mother, back from the store. She freezes when she sees who’s outside her house. Carroll waves, then helps her with the groceries. He makes several trips, multiple bags in each hand, and the woman yelps with laughter. No, this can’t be. This is too much. Pete Carroll? Coach of the roughest, toughest, slickest college football team in the nation, schlepping eggs and soda from her car to her kitchen?

Next we drive to the Jordan Downs housing projects, one of the most dangerous places in L.A. We find a craps game raging between the main buildings. Forty young men huddle in the dark, a different sort of huddle from the ones Carroll typically supervises. They are smoking, cursing, shoving, intent on the game, but most fall silent and come to attention as they realize who’s behind them. Pete Carroll, someone whispers. Pete Carroll? The most famous sports figure in the city, excluding Kobe Bryant? (Maybe including Bryant.) Pete Carroll, mentor to Carson Palmer, Matt Leinart, Reggie Bush, LenDale White—here? A sweet-faced teen named Jerome steps away from the game. He stares at Carroll, shakes his head as if to clear it. He says the same thing over and over. Pete Carroll in the ghetto. Man, this is crazy. Pete Carroll—in the ghetto! Crazy.

Some time after midnight Carroll and Taylor head for the van. Time to get back to Heritage Hall, where Carroll will catch a few hours of sleep on his office floor before his assistant coaches start showing up. A young man stops Carroll, takes the coach aside and becomes emotional while explaining how much this visit has meant to him. He gives Carroll a bracelet, something he made, a symbol of brotherhood and solidarity. Carroll accepts the bracelet as if it were a Rolex. He’ll wear it for days, often pushing back his sleeve to admire and play with it. He gives several young men his cell phone number—something he’s never offered me—and tells them to call if they ever need to talk. One, an ex-con, will call early the next morning and confide in Carroll about his struggles feeding his family. Carroll will vow to help find him a job. (So far, Taylor says, Carroll has found part-time jobs for 40 young men.)

Driving back to campus, Taylor is bleary-eyed, I’m half asleep, and Carroll looks as if he could go for a brisk 5K run, then start a big home improvement project. I ask Taylor if people on the streets ever seem suspicious of Carroll. Do they ever think he’s grandstanding or recruiting—or crazy? Taylor says he’s heard almost no cynicism, though he admits that he was doubtful at first. “Pete was like, ‘I want to go through the community with you,’ ” Taylor says. Sure, Taylor told Carroll, assuming it was just talk. Then, late one night, Taylor’s phone rang.

Hey, Bo, what’s up?

Not much. Who’s this?

Pete.

Pete who?

Pete Carroll. Hey, man, I’m ready, man. When can we go out there?

Taylor was stunned. Not only did Carroll follow through, but there was something in his tone. He was asking to visit neighborhoods where police don’t like to go, and he was asking without fear. “He asked like he wasn’t afraid,” Taylor says. He turns to look at me in the backseat, to make sure I’m sufficiently astonished or to make sure I’m still awake. “He asked that **** like he was not afraid.”

[sammyg2]

BTW I wonder how much of Kiffin's reported $4 mil a year salary he's gonna get to go away?