...promises. I listened to a tape of Ron Polk's interview yesterday afternoon coming home from work, and it pissed me off more than the first time he dissed John Cohen and Greg Byrne. Ron Polk lives in an alternate universe. Tommy Raffo should've known that Ron Polk has his own agenda, his own priorities, his own sense of reality.
He should've moved somewhere else, to get another perspective on college baseball, if he really wanted to be Head Coach at The Mississippi State University, like John Cohen did.
I never met the guy, he might be the nicest fellow in the world, the kind of guy you love to have over for burgers and drinks with the family over the summer, but he sucked as a coach. If he was in charge of recruiting, his recruiting sucked. If he was hitting coach, his coaching stunk. I don't know how many times our hitters tamely looked at strike three, before quietly walking back to the bench.
Even Ron Polk admits John Cohen is a better hire. It's just that he thought Tommy Raffo deserved a shot because he's Ron Polk and nobody crosses Ron Polk. Sorry, Ron, but you quit on Mississippi State THREE times already. Greg Byrne has a job that he's being paid hundreds of thousands of dollars to do, and the last thing he was going to do was bring in somebody with NO excitement to the program.
Tommy and Paula, if you're reading this, you may be wonderful people. However, nothing in this world is guaranteed other than you leave feet first. This may be the chance for something better in your lives.