New Addition to Training Center

[STL0611]

I don't really understand the hatred and venom so many posters have for CDD. I'm glad he's gone too. We've moved on, have visions of better days ahead, so it all worked out. But to make him out to be a monster is a bit much. He didn't come to UT to destroy it, in fact it was already crippled. His plan didn't work out , so let it rest. Whether we like it or not, he is a former Vol coach and his picture will reside in Vol history books forever. We're better off with CDD gone, but we don't have to go redneck each time his name is mentioned.

 

[kiddiedoc]

Actually Dooley had a huge amount of input in the design of the Anderson training center. I can't stand the guy but I do give him credit for that.

Given what I have learned about his personality, I would expect nothing other than over the top extravagance. Which is fine... If it's YOUR facilities.

 

[VolsnRavens]

The ground they crossed was once a meadow. Green with grass and gayly colored with the flowers that mingled there. Now it was torn soil, littered with the bodies of the fallen and the smoldering husks of the instruments of war. A war they seemed to be losing, battle after battle.

Then a soldier spotted a bright color directly in their trudging path. A flower that had boldly sprouted, grown, and opened its petals to greet spring as flowers are known to do. A brave statement of life in what was now a field of death. The soldier straddled the fragile thing to protect it from plodding feet that followed him. Directing his band of brothers around the daring little flower. I don’t recall if it was a daffodil or a lily, though.

His commanding officer saw him standing still and came over to investigate. And saw the flower the soldier was protecting. The CO shoved him aside and said, “These are bad times. We have neither time nor interest in beauty right now.” Then he promptly crushed the flower beneath his booted feet. The soldier turned and walked away. A single tear dropped from his left eye and rolled slowly down his cheek. He thought, “Even in a bad world, it is so wrong to kill something good. What have we become?”

--Woodsmanvol--

And they said doing LSD in the sixties wouldn't have lasting side affects. Lolol. I kid I kid. (Maybe)

 

[WoodsmanVol]

Ever written a novel WV?

No. Just some sci fi shorts, bit of poetry, and fillers for magazines, back when I thought I was a writer.

But the real issue here is giving credit where it's due. Dools, we now know was not HC material. But he wasn't without some benefit to the UT. Shame is haters refuse, and yes the proper word is "refuse" to acknowledge he did some good while here. Maybe nowhere near enough but he did some good.

--Reduced the thug-ism.
--His presence help dilute the NCAA Kiffin sanctions.
--We have cool facilities due to his direct input.
--He was a fun interview.
--Unlike his haters, he never spoke a bad word about the UT.

Given all he had to deal with and clean as well as try to coach, the fact he didn't fold and just say to hell with it and leave is commendable. He could have Kiffin-ed us but didn't. I believe we couldn't get a better coach because they saw what a mess we were and quickly decided it wasn't worth the grief. It took guts to know what he was walking into and sign up anyway. Too bad he wasn't up to the job.

Butch has it easier because Dools removed a lot of the incidental to coaching mess that was here. He just wasn't a good HC and wouldn't have overcome that stigma. So he had to go when he did for the UT to make headway. Even then, we had to scrap close to the bottom of the barrel to get a decent coach. I think we got freaking dayum lucky that it was Butch Jones.

 

[JCHateSteve]

Even a blind sow finds a truffle every now and again. The VFL program is great no matter who started it.

 

[BJWeeks]

Dooley came up with VFL but Butch truly started the program imo. Dooley didn't let former players come to practice

 

[StoVol]

Even a blind sow finds a truffle every now and again. The VFL program is great no matter who started it.

Pigs find truffles by scent, not sight so....

 

[VolBraniac]

The ground they crossed was once a meadow. Green with grass and gayly colored with the flowers that mingled there. Now it was torn soil, littered with the bodies of the fallen and the smoldering husks of the instruments of war. A war they seemed to be losing, battle after battle.

Then a soldier spotted a bright color directly in their trudging path. A flower that had boldly sprouted, grown, and opened its petals to greet spring as flowers are known to do. A brave statement of life in what was now a field of death. The soldier straddled the fragile thing to protect it from plodding feet that followed him. Directing his band of brothers around the daring little flower. I don’t recall if it was a daffodil or a lily, though.

His commanding officer saw him standing still and came over to investigate. And saw the flower the soldier was protecting. The CO shoved him aside and said, “These are bad times. We have neither time nor interest in beauty right now.” Then he promptly crushed the flower beneath his booted feet. The soldier turned and walked away. A single tear dropped from his left eye and rolled slowly down his cheek. He thought, “Even in a bad world, it is so wrong to kill something good. What have we become?”

--Woodsmanvol--

Let me guess.

Psilocybin. :rock:

 

[VolBraniac]

Pigs find truffles by scent, not sight so....

...soo me.

:lolabove::dance2:

 

[WoodsmanVol]

Let me guess.

Psilocybin. :rock:

Powdered for easier handling. Mixed with green tea for healthfulness. Sweetened with fermented agave juice for flavor. Shared with 8 Kiowa maidens in accordance to the medicine man's instructions. If you're going native, go all the way, man. eace2: