The game was over, and so was the misery of 0-2. After the band finished playing and Beamer finished sighing his relief, Stinespring approached Taylor in the media interview room. He grasped Taylor's hand, pulled him close and whispered into his ear: "I love you."
Are you f**king serious? We come back to win after trailing a Conference USA team, saving us from a 0-3 start, and quite possibly keeping Stiney's balls a safe distance from the bandsaw. After the game, Stiney embraces our starting QB, and professes his love for him. While I can appreciate some love between coaches and players, this just reads a little too much like a Hollywood storyline: After surviving a traumatic event, the main characters meet in an embrace and profess their love. Heres a good example:
Keanu: "I have to warn you... I've heard relationships based on intense experiences never work."Sandra: "We'll have to base it on sex, then."
I don't know about Tyrod, but I sure feel like I'm getting f**ked.