Nick Saban won his third BCS title in four years last night, and given the likelihood that he'll reject the idea of sucking in the NFL one more time, he's probably going to win a lot more. He gets the best players and he trains those players better than any other coach possibly could. By the time he's finished, he may very well go down as the greatest coach in the history of college football. And yet, watching him out there, it all seems so fucking pointless.
I can't stop watching this GIF of Saban getting nailed with a Gatorade bath last night. He HATES it. I know getting doused in Gatorade sucks no matter the occasion, but most coaches take the bath and then let out an impish grin. They at least allow themselves a half-second of enjoyment before going back to being soulless autocrats. Saban can't even abide that half-second. I said earlier this year that coaches are freaks. Saban is the King Freak. He's going to win title after title after title, and then he's gonna die of a heart attack. An efficient, well-executed, no-mistakes heart attack. Just like God drew it up.