Kirby Hocutt, fresh off his botch job in prying more money from President Shalala, announced plans to cut the ticket prices for some sections for the 2009 season. Of course, my section, Alumni, will see none of those benefits. Kirb-dawg, you do realize the Alumni section is full of all the recent grads, right? The ones who can’t afford season tickets, but get them anyways? And most importantly, the ones who will potentially be big donors in 10 years, for the next 20? (Hell, I only went to Miami for a year, and I want to go all Alex Rodriguez when I’m rich and convince those territorial fucks in the Gables to build an on-campus stadium! They would never let me, even for a $5 million straight donation to the city, but still.) And he couldn’t cut the $75 donation fee? Come on, Kirbs. The donation fee is a 21% premium to the actual season ticket cost. This is like a NFL seat license. Killing us.
On the plus side, all the unemployed, South end zone at the OB Canes fans will see some real discounts. Cuts reach upwards of $151 in the upper levels, with two mid-level club sections (206 and 212) seeing a decrease as well.
In reality, the all-in Alumni ticket price is actually a great deal. $345 for six games (most seasons you get seven), a state of the art stadium, great parking, easy enter and exiting, and it serves all kinds of liquor. And that was for 20 rows up from the field.
Randy is being proactive in this budget crisis. He has offered (and has been accepted) for Miami to bus to games at UCF and USF next season. Not too shabby. Will save the Athletic Department $140K. I feel those should be bus trips every year really. Only 4 hours max to either location. On a personal level, anything under 8 hours on Google Maps is an automatic drive over flying. And when Google Maps tracks estimated time using 65 mph average, you can always chip away at that time, with your 85 mph clip.
For all this money being saved, I can only hope they paint the end zones this year. As much as I love the slanted parallel lines, a la Notre Dame, it reminds me of…Notre Dame. Enough!


Lou Brown: Hocutt! Gimme all your requirements goddamit! I need to know what I’m looking for.
Kirby: Well, Lou, we want someone who runs the Cover 2 Base defense, blitzes rarely, utilizing the front four to put all the pressure, and can pin their ears back once we get a two touchdown lead.
LB: Well, shit. I know a great guy. Knew him back in my days in Cleveland. You might of heard of him, Bob Stoops? He wasn’t much of a career climber. He’s probably still washing cars in the off-season up there in Youngstown, earn a couple extra bucks.
KH: Uh, Lou, Bob Stoops is the head coach of Oklahoma. Has been for over 10 years.
LB: Well, shit. I knew I shouldn’t have moved to London once Taylor took my job. I was doing that sack of shit catcher a favor!
KH: And Lou, we sort of have a budget concern with our Defensive Coordinator hire. We broke the bank on Mark Whipple, and need to keep this one on the lower end of the scale.
LB: No problem Hocutt. I have a great idea. Check out this sketch I just made to scrap together some funds.
KH: Uh, Lou, I don’t think Randy will be OK with this idea. Maybe we can just re-direct some funds from the tennis and diving teams. They run a surplus every few years. President Shalala has been very adamant about not overspending on the coordinators.
LB: Forget about the curve ball Hocutt, give Shalala the heater!
KH: Well, I don’t know Lou. She can be pretty intimidating.
LB: Come on Hocutt, get in front of the damn woman! Don’t give me this “olé” bullshit! Go in there, walk right past her lady secretary, and tell her you are bringing in whoever you damn please! And you’re gonna wine and dine ‘em! Show ‘em the town! Automatic Slims! Mango’s! Monty’s Raw Bar in the Grove!
KH: Lou, I can’t do that. President Shalala insisted no overspending. I can’t take someone out to South Beach, let alone Monty’s. Maybe we can do Chicken Kitchen, but only if I pay.
LB: Chicken Kitchen?! I’ve had it with this nickel and dime shit! I want that bitch on the phone!
KH: Lou, this isn’t a good idea-
LB: Hocutt. Look here. Try this. Throw this in front of your boosters. It worked for me before.
KH: Lou, that is sick. You are a dirty old man. President Shalala has been nothing but supportive to the football team.
LB: You don’t wise up and listen to me Hocutt, and guess who’ll be bagging groceries in a couple of weeks! You’re from Ohio, right? I hear the other Miami is hiring. You ever think of going back there for a few? I have connections up there. You and Dorn can tag team some third rate hookers out on Lake Erie for all I care!
KH: I’ll get back to you on this Lou. Thanks for your advice.
LB: (sighs) Oh, no problem Kirby. (pause) But hey, I figure we ought to hang out together for a while today and see if we can give all those stuck up Coral Gables people a nice big shitburger to eat! Whaddaya say Kirb?”
KH: Uh…I have to go now Lou…I’ll have our secretary get you your check.
LB: Well, alright Hocutt! Now you’re talking. I love this Coral Gables shit! I just might move here!
Look at me. Look at me, okay? Technically, I shouldn’t be getting laid with all these recruits, but I do. And do you know why? Because when I’m hanging out with a recruit, that’s all I’m doing is hanging out, talking, listening. I’m not sitting there thinking about how to get in bed with them. And this completely confuses them because they’re saying “Wait a minute. I’m so much better looking than this guy. I’m on ESPN’s Top 150. Isn’t he attracted to me?” The basic principle: We pursue that which retreats from us.




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