We Knew He Was a Profanity-Laced Tirade When We Picked Him Up

Ah, what a Monday. Just when you thought the story was going to be Bo Pelini channeling his inner Cory McKeon and wanting football just be *fun* again, some choice audio hits Deadspin.

The only surprise here is that anyone is surprised. Just stop with your feigned shock.

We knew what he was when we picked him up--a defensive coordinator with a reputation for turning colors, screaming at players, and getting 15-yarders called on himself for f-bombing refs. Today is the day we farmers were reminded we're holding a viper. You know that story, right?




You're surprised today when we come to find out he f-bombed a bunch of people, the fans included? Will you be surprised tomorrow when the wheels on your car turn? What about when your dog sniffs somebody's crotch? Don't be. It is in the nature of those things.




The only surprise is that Pelini didn't deploy that cluster of f-bombs right there in the presser, and then challenge Chatelain and Shatel to fight him and Carl in the alley behind the Brass Rail, sweatshirts optional.

This is the guy who can't manage a full suit for high-profile interviews of Big Ten Media Days. It's pulling teeth to drag khakis and a blazer out of him. You expected impeccable manners? Spare me your indignation.

We all knew what we were getting when we clamored for this guy in 2007. Profanity-laced tirades directed at your own fanbase are not the kind of thing that gets a head coach fired. They erode a massive chunk of your support, but they are not fireable offensive in and of themselves.

If you were, say, a defensive specialist of a head coach whose defense couldn't stop a nosebleed...now that might be another story.