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(Two parts to my post. I have a lot to say and KNS isn't allowing it in one fell swoop so here goes......)

PRT 1

Good guys don't always finish first.

No one has yelled at Dooley & the AD louder than me during these past two seasons. But of those of us clamoring for Dooley's head we must also honestly acknowledge that this seemed like a good guy, or at least his heart seemed in the right place. I believe that constitutes a good guy.

I'm not suddenly offering a different perspective b/c I got my wish and the guilt is overwhelming me. No sir, not that. And that's perhaps the saddest part of all of this.

We're taught to follow rules, respect elders or people in positions of authority, and to take only what we need, not what we want. At least I was.

But what has happened here at my alma mater has saddened me more deeply than I am comfortable with. Dooley's firing is, after all, what a great percentage of us on here wanted. I didn't even watch the Vandy game, hoping they would pull it out and I could be chased back to my TV to watch and give Dooley another game, another year.....

Instead, we were shellacked. The decision had to be made---like I finally had to do with a group of people I grew up calling my family and the only ones whom were left after my father passed away over two years ago. On Sept 11th, of all dates. The decision was the result of a painful, excruciating journey. I felt betrayed, let down, angry that they didn't seem to care enough when I needed them most, the months following after my father was placed in the ground.

I draw this parallel not to say that the collapse of my university's football program is on par with that tragedy. No sir, not that. I'm merely pointing out that in the aftermath, when I needed family, they were not there. Oh, there were people who cared for me, gave me the slight TLC I needed. But why didn't my family? Where were they? Why did they react this way to my loss?

With Dooley's firing this morning, I am saddened that it had to be this way, that it had to end this way. Someone whose heart was seemingly in the right place had to suffer this loss when so many selfish people blast through life with praise and acclaim.

I never believed I would sit here and type this out to you but I am. Because I feel not so euphoric as maybe I'd hoped for.