If I know anything about Coach Leach (and I certainly do) he's going to turn convention right on it's ear and build a big-air kicker so he can park his dunebuggy on the roof of his office.
Gawker used to have one of these for "Captain Leitch," but instead of a skull and crossing swords it was Woody Allen's head and crossing replicas of Rick Ankiel's erect phallus.
Looks like the label of some off-brand spiced rum that only high school kids and hobos drink. The kind that may or may not be distilled in a former Prestone factory.
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The parking space didn't paint itself, Dash.
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Here comes Pat!
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