Personally I think Miles is a pretty poor coach - his saving grace is that he has the second most talented program in the country (only USC can compete in pure-talent, though this year the Trojans may not even be able to stand up against).
Though this fact is hardly arguable, what has Miles done to prove himself? I believe (please correct me if I am wrong) his only SEC Championship appearance ended with a fairly thorough thumping by Georgia. While his one BCS appearance was a convincing win - it was against a team whose starters - outside of a few choice players, would fight hard for a position on the second string.
When Miles goes against well coached, talented teams - he often looks out of place, and prone to irrational moves.
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LES MILES BRAIN X-RAYED.
Some nights, a magical Viking spirit approaches your liver and says, Tonight, youre riding with Hrothgar, mortal. And Hrothgar the Immortal and Reckless Viking Spirit of Glorious Intoxication rides with you, burninating all that the opponents of the bartending world toss at you: beer, exotic, flaming shots, cocktails, things served in human skulls with umbrellas, whatever. It all falls like so many lesser soldiers to the mighty club of your indomitable liver.
So impressive is your drinking that policemen offer you their cars to drive drunk home with the lights on and siren blaring, handing you loaded weapons out of respect and reverence. Women fall into your arms; gambling wins flutter effortlessly into your pocket. You may, in fact, scream domino and drive the winning tile through the card table as if you were in a video. And just like in the video, you will not be shot by bystanders, but instead nodded at in fear and awe by bystanders, friends and foes alike.
That, friends, is what Les Miles is experiencing right now as head coach of LSU. He has balls for brains, and in 2007, thats been nearly enough. He rides with Hrothgar right now, which means get out of the way, or taste the blade, peasant."--EDSBS.com
http://www.everydayshouldbesaturday.com/2007/10/22/les-miles-brain-x-rayed/
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Which teams chances? LSU? Oh, thats me! Ha!
Les Miles actual dialogue, as best remembered from one viewing, during his post-game interview with Holly Rowe following
LSUs eschewing of a field goal and all reason in their 30-24 victory over Auburn Saturday.
Holly: Tell us about that last call, Coach.
Les: (Pauses, looks blankly at her.) Which call?
Holly: (Dumbfounded.) The touchdown call to win the game. Tell us a little about that.
Les: Oh, that call. Sure. Its because, where other men have brains, I just have more balls. Just a skull full of testesthats what youll see if you take an MRI of my head, actually. Its like looking at an x-ray of a beanbag in profile when you look at my head. I jostle when I walk. Why? Its the balls jangling and boinging around in my head. Dont ask me if its awesome. Theres no brains up there, only balls. And balls always have the same answer to that question: its awesome having a brain full of balls like Les Miles does. It sounds awesome when I say that, actually. Balls. BALLS BALLS BALLS BALLS BALLS. Thats it in short, Balls.
Holly: Its Holly.
Miles: Balls, balls. Balls.
If one needs any further confirmation that Les Miles has no idea what hes talking about, take this as the last and best pieces of evidence.
First, Miles claims that they still had a time out, not realizing the clock had run down to one second, and that with one more hitch or qb scramble, the clock would have run dry and bled out any chances LSU would have had of winning, unburned timeout or not. Miles would have been introduced as a plaything for Mike VI as punishment, and wed be writing this great piece we would have wept during the composition of about how Auburn was the greatest, most balanced team in the anarchic SEC West.
Second, they claim Byrd hadnt been covered all night, and that they knew they could hit it. D.J. Hall went uncovered on Saturday, catching 13 balls against Tennessee for Alabama. This is someone uncovered all night who you could throw to with mathematical certainty. Byrd had two solid receptions, but it wasnt an Easy Button transaction for the td. It constituted an immense gamble, one done when a simple field goal could have won the game.
Third, we let the crowd speak. Mike Patrick, while denying the killing urges of the voices in his head (he described Tiger Stadium as so loud he couldnt hear the voices in his head, giving us a flash of the daily madness swirling in his mind) invoked the seismograph game, but got no thunder. While the crowd was loud, at least 30,000 fans seemed too stunned to believe what theyd seen and sat in meek, catatonic silence, cutting down on measurable vibrations at the lab. And not that fun, recreational taser-use stunned, either: a genuine, flabbergasted horrified kind of stunned set in, with most Tiger fans relieved not only to win, but to survive Mr. Toads absurdly hazardous driving."--EDSBS.com
http://www.everydayshouldbesaturday.com/2007/10/21/call-which-call/
