Fat Charlie Exits Notre Dame as a Failure
Good bye, Fat Charlie. Don't let Touchdown Jesus smack your ass on the way out.
Notre Dame has finally confirmed the worst-kept secret in North America. Charlie Weis has been told to get lost, and not a moment too soon. This guy is about as likeable as your average loan shark. Fat Charlie had to set some kind of record for alienating people from coast-to-coast during his tenure in South Bend. Weis' arrogance and bluster depart Notre Dame off a regular season that closed with a bedazzling four-game losing streak.
You know what I'll miss most about Weis? It cracked me up to watch his kid Charlie, Jr. standing on the Notre dame sidelines wearing a head set during Fighting Irish home games. What was the kid supposed to be doing? Setting himself up for a career as a special teams coach?
Break out the Dom. Tell the Chicago branch of the Notre Dame Alumni Club to party for at least the next 36 hours.
Now, gear change. There is plenty for the Irish faithful to dislike about Charles Weis, the 1978 Notre Dame graduate. The guy from Trenton, N.J. who sat in the Cotton Bowl Jan. 1, 1978 and watched his beloved Irish clock Earl Campbell and Texas 38-14 to win a national title.
Yes, he lost to Navy twice at home over the last three years. Yes, he wrapped up his final three years at ND with 21 losses -- the worst three year window in school history. No. he didn't have the charisma of Ara Parseghian. Fat Charlie was more like a bowling ball with ears.
But listen closely, Weis has one talent that will not be easy to replace. Charlie could flat out recruit. His gift of gab lured studs like Jimmy Clausen, Golden Tate and Michael Floyd to the Golden Dome. And in fairness, it has to be brought to the court's attention that Fat Charlie's players appeared to remain loyal to him until the bitter end Saturday when the Irish caved versus Stanford.
The fact is, you can build a case that Weis was not the principle reason ND was such a world class, 24-karat gold November 0-4 car wreck. Or that the School of Rocnke and Lou Holtz closed the year a dismal 6-6.
Put the telestrator on Jon Tenuta, Weis's defensive chief. I know Charlie sat atop the corporation. This football team was his baby and he made damn sure you knew it. But the defense belonged to Tenuta and under his hapless direction the Irish front seven was the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Look at the numbers. Notre Dame allowed over 1,000 yards rushing in its last four games including an unthinkable 348 yards on the ground to Navy. That's 348 yards to a club that most ND fans over the age of 14 look at as a bean bag, a locked in "W."
Good bye, Fat Charlie. Enjoy your massive buy out. Call and thank former Irish AD Kevin White for extending your deal just seven games into your first season.
Just keep one thing in mind, pal. Your name will forever be linked with one word at Notre Dame: FAILURE.
1 Comment
Andy-Kid said:
I've always had a problem with fat-ass coaches. If you're a coach who yells at your players to get in better shape, then why the hell aren't you?! That goes for Charlie Weis, that loser from Kansas, Andy Ried etc. You have to set the example before you can criticize.
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