As of today, I’m no longer on the fence about Jimbo Fisher. Time for him to go. On a day when every major school with an opening is orbiting their candidate of choice, he played the “I don’t talk about other jobs when I’ve got games to plan for” card, effectively leaving the entire Florida State program in limbo.
Newsflash, you self-absorbed, egomaniacal putz: the game in question is ULM. Charles Kelly could beat that squad with a blindfold, a fifth of JD, and your scout team. What this fanbase needed from you today was either A, a definitive, “I love FSU and I’m not going anywhere,” in which case we could all look forward to our crappy bowl game in Perry, or B., “I’m headed to College Station,” in which case FSU could start vetting their top candidates for your replacement (you know, while they’re still available).
Alas, Jimbo can’t do that. Why? Because as usual, it’s all about him.
Screw this frickin’ Kardashian wannabe. Let’s move on to someone who actually wants to be a Nole.