Riley Cooper insists that he is sorry, that he is disgusted by his own words, that he is embarrassed and ashamed beyond belief.
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There might not be any bigger hermits in college athletics than head football coaches, secluded from society in dark film rooms and often absent from social events that don’t include glad-handing those boosters with deep pockets.
College football coaches are a strange lot, but rare is the time you can accuse them of being disloyal to one another publicly, even when their arguments are coated in hypocrisy.
The book on Satan goes something like this: He’s a bad guy, one who personifies evil and temptation, doing his best to seduce mankind into the ways of sin.
Jim Livengood has been in this position before, which is to say when seats for the feast are handed out, his football program is relegated to the kiddies’ table.
I’m not sure even Justin Timberlake could bring sexy back to this year’s NFL Draft. Wouldn’t matter, anyway. He would be late to the news conference honoring his achievement.
Columnist Ed Graney says the Baltimore Ravens’ Ray Lewis is like cyclist Lance Armstrong in that to appreciate his athletic skills, you first must understand the separation between supreme athlete and questionable character.
In the case of Armstrong, it’s hard to divide humanitarian from cheating superstar. As for Lewis, there is no debating his greatness on a football field, a 17-season career that will end against the 49ers in Super Bowl XLVII on Sunday.