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only those who have spent time with Doug allowed

xc84 said:
Casullo worked with Marrone prior to SU but took the job offered by Marrone Loose Cannon Casullo fired by Marrone for good reason. Marrone liked by other assistants Marrone has no patience for the media and gives them nothing. They respond by not liking him. Rob Long Marrone praised by many coaches, pundits (Cowherd, Boomer) and more importantly, many former players Marrone seems to have a lot of positive fan interaction (at least based on these threads) Marrone helps push stuck cars in Buffalo snowstorm What's the common denominator?
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The common denominator is that some people like him. Where has anyone said nobody likes him? Doesn't change the list above. Not one bit.
 
Lawrinson14 said:
My time on the hill actually coincided with the first few years of Marrone's tenure as SU head coach. And since my roommate/best friend worked for the AD department while we were students, I actually did get to meet Coach Marrone on multiple occasions. Instead of going into detail about those, I think the following story describes the type of person he is.

Coincidentally, the first time I met Coach Marrone was not on campus. I actually saw him at Key Bank (saw Coach Boeheim there numerous times as well). This was just after his rousing, jacket-hurling speech that he gave at the SU basketball game.

Ignoring my deposit for the moment, I went up to him and told him that I thought his speech was great. His exact response was "Oh yeah? You liked that?" He then asked me what I thought of the SU football program. I told that I didn't really follow college football before attending college, but that SU had been absolutely dismal during my years at SU.

I kid you not, he then went into a semi-fit of rage ((like red face and all, yes I was shocked) saying how he was "disgusted" by the way his alma mater had taken a noise dive. And how he would do everything in his power to bring it back.

I thought to myself, "wow, this guy is great!" (I imagine this is what he is like in interviews).

He then asked me if I wanted to know how he would bring SU football back. Of course I said that I wanted to know. His response..."that'll be Tree Fiddy". It was then that I noticed that this was not the new SU football coach, Doug Marrone. This was a 9ft left over from the Paleozoic Era. This was that damn Loch Ness Monster.
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I FOUND THE NECKBEARD!
 
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OttoinGrotto said:
Back in aught 2 Douglas and I enjoyed some bologna sandwiches and gatorade together at a party on one of the decks at the PlayBoy mansion. As the California sun set we made the Syracuse connection and got off to what I believed would be a wonderful friendship. Everything was going swimmingly as we discussed just how great Coach Mac was, when a crew of the bunnies emerged from the grotto with ice cream carts in tow. Miss March asked me if I was enjoying my evening, and after I replied that I was, offered to make my evening just a little bit sweeter by inviting me to stick my hand in the ice cream cart and see what surprise I could find (that's not a euphemism, by the way).

I did, and was delighted to find when my hand emerged that I had grasped a Dove bar, only the most decadent treat in single packaged freezer ice cream. Friends, Douglas had an enormous smile on his face when he saw my Dove bar, and without awaiting invitation from the lovely Miss March, thrust both of his hands in to the ice cream cart (still not a euphemism, ya pervs).

First Douglas's left hand emerged with a Scooter crunch, and his brow furrowed ever so slightly. Then his right arm emerged with an ice cream delicacy fashioned in the shape of a ninja turtle. His lip betrayed the slightest twitch. His left arm thrust itself again into the cart, and this time returned with an ice cream Snickers bar. Sweat beaded itself upon his brow, and I began to feel the slightest tremor emanating from his person. His right arm lanced into the cart, and came back with a Bomb pop.

Friends, I am distressed to recount that at this very moment Douglas began keening, the likes of which I had only encountered during trips to the Burnett park zoo as a lad when encountering monkey defecation warfare. His eyes bloodshot, Douglas leapt head first into the cart, startling the pulchritudinous Miss March, who ran away in terror.

It was at this time that I had realized my reptilian brain had guided my hand to unwrap the Dove bar, lead it to my mouth, and commanded my mouth to begin nibbling upon the chocolate-toffee shell in order to reveal the ice cream beneath.

Enjoying the pleasant flavours of the confection before me, and reflecting upon the good fortune of my evening engaged in new friendship with Douglas, making plans for a weekend night on the town with Miss March (oh, did I forget to mention that? A story for another time, perhaps...), and the mastication of the culinary delight gifted to me, I became unsettled as I noticed Douglas's eyes moving from my hand, to the Dove bar, then to my mouth, and back to the Dove bar, and to my hand, and then the dove bar, and to my mouth, and back to the Dove bar, and then the spot of ice cream that had landed on my shirt, and then back to the Dove bar.

Our eyes then met, and friends, I swear it to you from the deepest depths of my soul, I knew in that moment that Douglas and I were not friends, nor would ever be, and as he cast a gaze upon me filled with the burning hatred of a thousand suns, a look I now recognize during Douglas's press conferences with select members of the media, he told me that it was my last day on earth.

Now, the astute reader will have realized that I stand here today, alive and typing on this very message board, for the benefit of this very Syracuse fan community, and I wish to make it clear - it was NOT my last day on earth. Douglas began snorting and pacing, and as he was about to charge I calmly instructed Douglas to wait. Confused, he asked me why. I told him he had a decision to make, because he was down a touchdown with no timeouts with 3 minutes to go in the 4th quarter, and it was fourth and one on the opponent's 40 yard line.

Douglas entered a zombie like trance, picked up the ice cream cart, and punted it across the mansion grounds. It landed among several party goers that had engaged in an impromptu volleyball game, injuring Miss September of the previous year, and Kid Rock.

Luckily by this time I had finished the Dove bar, and discreetly exposed of the wrapper and stick. Douglas seemed to emerge from a haze, unaware of who he was, where he was, and best yet, who I was. As he blinked his eyes in an attempt to get his bearings, I said "Hey man, there's a half-eaten bologna sandwich over there. Is it yours? The bunnies are trying to clean up but I wanted to make sure they didn't toss your sandwich."

Douglas then patted me on the shoulder, thanked me for having his back, and began walking towards the volleyball courts to see what all the commotion was about over there.

So, given my personal experience - I don't trust the man, and I question his decisions on 4th down.
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Best comment I've ever read !
 
rrlbees said:
As to your point about Casullos firing. It didn't really go down how you're describing.
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Come on Bees , spill it. Second time I've asked nicely, the third could get ugly!:)
 
rrlbees said:
I'll repeat.

Marrone vs Casullo
Marrone vs Buffalo front office
Marrone vs Buffalo media
Marrone vs Buffalo web site
Marrone vs out of town media
Marrone vs Syracuse media
Marrone vs some SU donors
Marrone vs some HS coaches
Marrone vs some SU AD personnel
Marrone vs some SU non-AD personnel
Marrone vs some ex-players

What's the common denominator? It can't be everyone else. He has strained relationships with too many people from different factions. I'm sure he's treated many people just fine.
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Tag "some" to the Buffalo front office, Buffalo media, a few in theSyracuse media and very few in out of town media, as in two guys, if by that you mean NYC.

How does somebody have a personal issue with a website?

And what ex-players. The only thing I've seen from Bills players are that they are upset he left, as it they wanted him to stick around. You can't possibly be using Mike Williams to support your premise. And as you know there are always going to be guys who aren't fans of the coach.

Some is a very squishy number, is it a couple or hundreds?
 
Scooch said:
I met OJ Simpson once. On the sideline of a Bills game when he was working for NBC.

Really great guy.

;)
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These posts are a real hoot.

Keep em coming!
 
rrlbees said:
The common denominator is that some people like him. Where has anyone said nobody likes him? Doesn't change the list above. Not one bit.
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You could argue that those comment could apply to almost every NFL head coach or every person in the business world. No one is universally loved. I thought when coaches were hired their main priority was to win games. I guess now you have to suck everyone's d!#k as well.
 
I got to know Doug Marrone well while he was in Syracuse.

He is a great guy.

As is the case with most successful people, he is confident, sure of himself and ambitious. Those qualities sometimes rub some people the wrong way. That's the way it is in many professional settings.

But, overall he was well liked at SU and deservedly so. He cared about the young men in the Program and did a great job on the Hill.

If somehow he were to come back tomorrow, I would be very pleased.
 
I get out of the Navy, my brother's famous, his fame is exploding. I'm real proud of that. You know what I mean. I'm getting to hang out with people that I only read about in magazines and seen on the screen somewhere. And you know, I was a huge Doug Marrone fan. That's the first person that I would say that out of all the celebrities that I met, that I was starstruck. He comes out the room and I look at him and I'm not kidding, man I seen like an orange. His aura or whatever, I seen it. It was orange.

We started kicking it and he was mad pimpin’, man, which was, you know, right up my alley. He'd walk up to any chick and lick the whole side of their face and say: "I'm Doug Marrone, skank. Enjoy yourself. Hehehehhehe." We got closer, started hanging out. So at night, we would all be getting crazy and wild. And if I was hanging with Doug, he had this thing with me where he used to always like mess with me, man. I don't know what started it. Things escalated to the point where, you know, my man got too familiar and I'd ended up having to whoop his butt, man, you know. Because he would step across the line. Habitually, he's a habitual linestepper.

First time, you know, I had to end up whooping his butt was in Chucks. We walk up into the VIP section and I'm looking around to see who's there, looking at the girls and everything and all of the sudden I heard someone go:

"BLAZE ORANGE!” and he punches me in the forehead! That was cold blooded, in my dictionary! He had this ring on to commemorate this Cherry Bowl game he had played in. And this was imprinted in my head for at least a week. Everybody else thought that that was the funniest thing. And so that threw me in a weird space cause I'm like 'Yeah, this is Doug Marrone, he's a saint.” Maybe I'm overreacting, I actually went there. Maybe I shouldn't do nothing, but my ghetto side was goin' “Yo, stomp this mofo out right here.' What the heck is wrong with him?”

I waited cuz I knew what hotel he was staying in. I shot up to the hotel, went up to his room and knocked on the door. I go in there and he said: “Blaze Orange! I'm Doug Marrone fool!” and he smacked me again! He had his hand cocked to throw another right hand. When he was coming for it, I just came BWOW! Caught him with a front kick. I kicked the crap out of him. BWOW! I told him that he was wrong for what he did to me earlier. What he did to my face. He said:

“I'm sorry Blaze Orange. It was an accident, I was having too much fun. I offer you a truce, the stickiest of the icky. You wanna smoke with your old boy Doug Marrone?” I told him that, my forehead was bumpin' man and he said: “Now that you mention it, I think I'm bleeding inside my chest. But, I got the medicine. Hey cheerleader, come over here and have sex with Blaze Orange! I'm Saint Doug!”

That was how that particular incident ENDED, but it wasn't the last time I had to whoop his butt.
 
BlazeOrange said:
I get out of the Navy, my brother's famous, his fame is exploding. I'm real proud of that. You know what I mean. I'm getting to hang out with people that I only read about in magazines and seen on the screen somewhere. And you know, I was a huge Doug Marrone fan. That's the first person that I would say that out of all the celebrities that I met, that I was starstruck. He comes out the room and I look at him and I'm not kidding, man I seen like an orange. His aura or whatever, I seen it. It was orange.

We started kicking it and he was mad pimpin’, man, which was, you know, right up my alley. He'd walk up to any chick and lick the whole side of their face and say: "I'm Doug Marrone, skank. Enjoy yourself. Hehehehhehe." We got closer, started hanging out. So at night, we would all be getting crazy and wild. And if I was hanging with Doug, he had this thing with me where he used to always like mess with me, man. I don't know what started it. Things escalated to the point where, you know, my man got too familiar and I'd ended up having to whoop his butt, man, you know. Because he would step across the line. Habitually, he's a habitual linestepper.

First time, you know, I had to end up whooping his butt was in Chucks. We walk up into the VIP section and I'm looking around to see who's there, looking at the girls and everything and all of the sudden I heard someone go:

"BLAZE ORANGE!” and he punches me in the forehead! That was cold blooded, in my dictionary! He had this ring on to commemorate this Cherry Bowl game he had played in. And this was imprinted in my head for at least a week. Everybody else thought that that was the funniest thing. And so that threw me in a weird space cause I'm like 'Yeah, this is Doug Marrone, he's a saint.” Maybe I'm overreacting, I actually went there. Maybe I shouldn't do nothing, but my ghetto side was goin' “Yo, stomp this mofo out right here.' What the heck is wrong with him?”

I waited cuz I knew what hotel he was staying in. I shot up to the hotel, went up to his room and knocked on the door. I go in there and he said: “Blaze Orange! I'm Doug Marrone fool!” and he smacked me again! He had his hand cocked to throw another right hand. When he was coming for it, I just came BWOW! Caught him with a front kick. I kicked the crap out of him. BWOW! I told him that he was wrong for what he did to me earlier. What he did to my face. He said:

“I'm sorry Blaze Orange. It was an accident, I was having too much fun. I offer you a truce, the stickiest of the icky. You wanna smoke with your old boy Doug Marrone?” I told him that, my forehead was bumpin' man and he said: “Now that you mention it, I think I'm bleeding inside my chest. But, I got the medicine. Hey cheerleader, come over here and have s e x with Blaze Orange! I'm Saint Doug!”

That was how that particular incident ENDED, but it wasn't the last time I had to whoop his butt.
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The NFL is a hell of a drug.
 
rrlbees said:
I'll repeat.

Marrone vs Casullo
Marrone vs Buffalo front office
Marrone vs Buffalo media
Marrone vs Buffalo web site
Marrone vs out of town media
Marrone vs Syracuse media
Marrone vs some SU donors
Marrone vs some HS coaches
Marrone vs some SU AD personnel
Marrone vs some SU non-AD personnel
Marrone vs some ex-players

What's the common denominator? It can't be everyone else. He has strained relationships with too many people from different factions. I'm sure he's treated many people just fine.
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well said.

i hope it was worth it Doug. If you want a .500 record, hes your guy.
 
xc84 said:
http://www.syracuse.com/buffalo-bil...rrone_says_hes_as_sincere_as_you_can_get.html "I saw a friend of mine getting hammered,'' Anselmo told Newsday. "I don't think anybody wants to hear people tell lies about you and you can't defend yourself. To call him greedy, to say he was looking for his next job — that's all garbage.''
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I would hope John would come out and say something like that. That's what friends are for.

But it doesn't change anything.
 
xc84 said:
No, it does not change anything. Nor does pointing out that the guy he fired does not like him.
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It really doesn't. I just included it because it was so recent and it was one more thing where he had issues with someone. In another thread, maybe even this one, I even said I knew about the incident that day and after the game and backed Marrone.
 
TBCuse11 said:
well said.

i hope it was worth it Doug. If you want a .500 record, hes your guy.
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And don't forget two bowl wins in three years - after ten wins in the three previous four years - and the most NFL wins for the team in a decade.

Thank you!
 
Millhouse said:
BELIEVE ME it's possible
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That's true.

I mean, I have personal issues with you and I don't even know you!

Just kidding Millhouse, just kidding.
 
BlazeOrange said:
I get out of the Navy, my brother's famous, his fame is exploding. I'm real proud of that. You know what I mean. I'm getting to hang out with people that I only read about in magazines and seen on the screen somewhere. And you know, I was a huge Doug Marrone fan. That's the first person that I would say that out of all the celebrities that I met, that I was starstruck. He comes out the room and I look at him and I'm not kidding, man I seen like an orange. His aura or whatever, I seen it. It was orange.

We started kicking it and he was mad pimpin’, man, which was, you know, right up my alley. He'd walk up to any chick and lick the whole side of their face and say: "I'm Doug Marrone, skank. Enjoy yourself. Hehehehhehe." We got closer, started hanging out. So at night, we would all be getting crazy and wild. And if I was hanging with Doug, he had this thing with me where he used to always like mess with me, man. I don't know what started it. Things escalated to the point where, you know, my man got too familiar and I'd ended up having to whoop his butt, man, you know. Because he would step across the line. Habitually, he's a habitual linestepper.

First time, you know, I had to end up whooping his butt was in Chucks. We walk up into the VIP section and I'm looking around to see who's there, looking at the girls and everything and all of the sudden I heard someone go:

"BLAZE ORANGE!” and he punches me in the forehead! That was cold blooded, in my dictionary! He had this ring on to commemorate this Cherry Bowl game he had played in. And this was imprinted in my head for at least a week. Everybody else thought that that was the funniest thing. And so that threw me in a weird space cause I'm like 'Yeah, this is Doug Marrone, he's a saint.” Maybe I'm overreacting, I actually went there. Maybe I shouldn't do nothing, but my ghetto side was goin' “Yo, stomp this mofo out right here.' What the heck is wrong with him?”

I waited cuz I knew what hotel he was staying in. I shot up to the hotel, went up to his room and knocked on the door. I go in there and he said: “Blaze Orange! I'm Doug Marrone fool!” and he smacked me again! He had his hand cocked to throw another right hand. When he was coming for it, I just came BWOW! Caught him with a front kick. I kicked the crap out of him. BWOW! I told him that he was wrong for what he did to me earlier. What he did to my face. He said:

“I'm sorry Blaze Orange. It was an accident, I was having too much fun. I offer you a truce, the stickiest of the icky. You wanna smoke with your old boy Doug Marrone?” I told him that, my forehead was bumpin' man and he said: “Now that you mention it, I think I'm bleeding inside my chest. But, I got the medicine. Hey cheerleader, come over here and have s e x with Blaze Orange! I'm Saint Doug!”

That was how that particular incident ENDED, but it wasn't the last time I had to whoop his butt.
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Masterful.
 
OttoinGrotto said:
Back in aught 2 Douglas and I enjoyed some bologna sandwiches and gatorade together at a party on one of the decks at the PlayBoy mansion. As the California sun set we made the Syracuse connection and got off to what I believed would be a wonderful friendship. Everything was going swimmingly as we discussed just how great Coach Mac was, when a crew of the bunnies emerged from the grotto with ice cream carts in tow. Miss March asked me if I was enjoying my evening, and after I replied that I was, offered to make my evening just a little bit sweeter by inviting me to stick my hand in the ice cream cart and see what surprise I could find (that's not a euphemism, by the way).

I did, and was delighted to find when my hand emerged that I had grasped a Dove bar, only the most decadent treat in single packaged freezer ice cream. Friends, Douglas had an enormous smile on his face when he saw my Dove bar, and without awaiting invitation from the lovely Miss March, thrust both of his hands in to the ice cream cart (still not a euphemism, ya pervs).

First Douglas's left hand emerged with a Scooter crunch, and his brow furrowed ever so slightly. Then his right arm emerged with an ice cream delicacy fashioned in the shape of a ninja turtle. His lip betrayed the slightest twitch. His left arm thrust itself again into the cart, and this time returned with an ice cream Snickers bar. Sweat beaded itself upon his brow, and I began to feel the slightest tremor emanating from his person. His right arm lanced into the cart, and came back with a Bomb pop.

Friends, I am distressed to recount that at this very moment Douglas began keening, the likes of which I had only encountered during trips to the Burnett park zoo as a lad when encountering monkey defecation warfare. His eyes bloodshot, Douglas leapt head first into the cart, startling the pulchritudinous Miss March, who ran away in terror.

It was at this time that I had realized my reptilian brain had guided my hand to unwrap the Dove bar, lead it to my mouth, and commanded my mouth to begin nibbling upon the chocolate-toffee shell in order to reveal the ice cream beneath.

Enjoying the pleasant flavours of the confection before me, and reflecting upon the good fortune of my evening engaged in new friendship with Douglas, making plans for a weekend night on the town with Miss March (oh, did I forget to mention that? A story for another time, perhaps...), and the mastication of the culinary delight gifted to me, I became unsettled as I noticed Douglas's eyes moving from my hand, to the Dove bar, then to my mouth, and back to the Dove bar, and to my hand, and then the dove bar, and to my mouth, and back to the Dove bar, and then the spot of ice cream that had landed on my shirt, and then back to the Dove bar.

Our eyes then met, and friends, I swear it to you from the deepest depths of my soul, I knew in that moment that Douglas and I were not friends, nor would ever be, and as he cast a gaze upon me filled with the burning hatred of a thousand suns, a look I now recognize during Douglas's press conferences with select members of the media, he told me that it was my last day on earth.

Now, the astute reader will have realized that I stand here today, alive and typing on this very message board, for the benefit of this very Syracuse fan community, and I wish to make it clear - it was NOT my last day on earth. Douglas began snorting and pacing, and as he was about to charge I calmly instructed Douglas to wait. Confused, he asked me why. I told him he had a decision to make, because he was down a touchdown with no timeouts with 3 minutes to go in the 4th quarter, and it was fourth and one on the opponent's 40 yard line.

Douglas entered a zombie like trance, picked up the ice cream cart, and punted it across the mansion grounds. It landed among several party goers that had engaged in an impromptu volleyball game, injuring Miss September of the previous year, and Kid Rock.

Luckily by this time I had finished the Dove bar, and discreetly exposed of the wrapper and stick. Douglas seemed to emerge from a haze, unaware of who he was, where he was, and best yet, who I was. As he blinked his eyes in an attempt to get his bearings, I said "Hey man, there's a half-eaten bologna sandwich over there. Is it yours? The bunnies are trying to clean up but I wanted to make sure they didn't toss your sandwich."

Douglas then patted me on the shoulder, thanked me for having his back, and began walking towards the volleyball courts to see what all the commotion was about over there.

So, given my personal experience - I don't trust the man, and I question his decisions on 4th down.
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I could not let this slide into the annals of syracusefan.com history without commending you good sir. Thoroughly enjoyed this phenomenal recounting of a historic encounter.

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Perhaps Marrone's famous exit speech can explain the reasons for his heel turn....

"Mean" Brent Axe: "Doug Marrone, excuse me. Excuse me! What in the world are you thinking?"

Doug Marrone: "Mean Brent, the first thing you need to do is to tell these people to shut up if you wanna' hear what I've got to say... Let me tell you something. I made that organization a monster! I made people rich up there! I made the people that ran the Pinstripe Bowl rich up there! And when it all came to pass, the name Doug Marrone, the man Doug Marrone, got bigger than the whole organization. Hollywood Daryl wanted to talk turkey with Doug Marrone. Well Hollywood Daryl promised me movies, brother. Hollywood Daryl promised me millions of dollars. Hollywood Daryl promised me world caliber facilities. As far as Hollywood Daryl goes, Nancy Cantor, and the whole SU goes, I'm bored brother! That's why these two guys here(Whaley and Nix), the so-called outsiders, these are the men I want as my friends. They are the new blood of professional football... and not only are we going to take over the whole football business with Doug Marrone and the new blood, the monsters with me, we will destroy everything in our path, Mean Brent!

Axe: "Look at all of this crap on this field! This is what's in the future for you if you want to hang around with the likes of this man Whaley and this man Nix."

Marrone continued: "As far as I'm concerned, all of this crap on the field represents these fans out here! For years, brother, for years I held my head high. I did everything for the charities. I did everything for the kids. And the reception I got when I got out here - you fans can stick it, brother... because if it wasn't for Doug Marrone you people wouldn't be here! If it wasn't for Doug Marrone, Scott Shafer would still be selling meat from a truck in Minneapolis, and if it wasn't for Doug Marrone, all these Johnny Come Lately's that you see out here posting about football wouldn't be here. I was selling out the Super Bowl, brother, while they were pumping gas in their car to get to high school. So the way it is now, brother, with Doug Marrone and the New World Organization of Football, me and the new blood by my side, whatcha gonna do when the New World Organization runs wild on you!!??"

Chris Carlson closes the show from the announce table saying: "We have just seen the end of Dougamania...Doug Marrone, you can go to hell!"
 
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