We don't need no stinkin' contract

It's a good thing coaches have contracts. Otherwise, they'd be moving all over the place. In July '06, Bobby Petrino signed a 10-year extension at Louisville. By January '07, he was gone to the Atlanta Falcons, who paid him $24.5 million for 5 years. Yesterday, Petrino left that job after not quite 5 years, to become the coach at Arkansas, where the Hogs had him sign a contract made of asbestos.

There was Petrino last night, doing that embarrassing Pig-sooey thing while swearing his perpetual, temporary loyalty to Arkansas. Meanwhile, Les Miles gets indignant at anyone who'd question his affinity for LSU, while at the same instant he's dialing Michigan.

As a general rule now, if you are a big-time college coach, your father was a snake, your mother a rat.

I loved how Petrino said he longed to return to the realm of the "student athlete'', where he could have a four-year influence on the minds and futures of 18-year-olds. What's he gonna teach 'em? How not to live up to your commitments?

Whenever a coach starts talking about loyalty, commitment and Staying, you should make only one move, and that's for your coat.