Here's to you, Urban Meyer

By: Harvey

Urban Meyer . . . if you read this, ol' Harv has some advice: eat shit and die.

After all, what else would I say to a guy who made a blatant asshole of himself by taking a reporter (Jeremy Fowler of the Orlando Sentinel) to task for printing a quote from Florida wideout Deonte Thompson that was perceived to be a dig at former Jesus-loving Gator Tim Tebow.

Thompson praised John Brantley, Florida's QB-in-waiting, for being more of a pure pocket passer as opposed to Tebow's "running back who occasionally throws" style of play. Thompson's point seemed to be that it was easier to get in a rhythm with Brantley, since you pretty much know he isn't going to leave the pocket, but in a poor choice of words referred to Brantly as a "real quarterback."

Now, keep in mind that Fowler didn't misquote Thompson -- that has never been an issue. Meyer's problem seems to be that Fowler had the nerve to print such a quote, rather than acting as nothing more than a PR officer for the university, forgetting he ever conducted the interview and saving the dignity of poor, widdle Timmy Tebow.

Well, fuck you Urban Meyer.

The blame for this entire fiasco falls squarely on the head of Thompson, and nobody else. He's the one you should be angry with, yet you're too big of a vagina to discipline one of your own recruits, whose ass you surely had to lovingly lick just to get him on campus.

So instead, you take it out on some reporter who did nothing more than his job. Some poor schlub in the evil media, which is easy to blame for all the world's problems. People love to piss and moan about the media, after all. Plenty of sheeplike dipshits heard this story and immediately took Meyer's side, no doubt.

Maybe Urban should take a longer leave of absence this time and take a long look at what a prick he has become. While he's at it, maybe he should realize that Tim Tebow was NOT a "real quarterback". We'll all figure that one out for sure after some dim-witted NFL club drafts his sorry ass four rounds too soon and can never get any more than a good pre-game prayer out of him.

If I was Fowler, I wouldn't have accepted your apology, either. I would've told you to shove your apology up your fucking ass, then I would've helped you get it up there courtesy of my foot.