I bumped into the tennysee coach in the hotel elevator and he positively smelled of garlic and chicken parm. I could hardly believe he was able to even manage the game... from my vantage point he spent most of the game stuffing his pie hole with forkfuls of spaghetti from the relative safety of the dugout.
How did college baseball's I-talian stallion get bamboozled into taking the job at rocky top?