Sometimes my inner cynic just doesn't know when to shut up.
And so when the stunning news came across that Urban Meyer was stepping down, which turned into an indefinite leave of absence less than 24 hours later, as Florida's football coach, basically before he drops dead of a heart attack, Inner Cynic immediately sneered.
"Yeah, surrrre, it's about his family and his health," he said. "My guess is Urban Crime's about to have another player arrested. Either that or he's about to get the program put on probation for something. It's total John Calipari move."
To which I say this: Shut you cakehole, IC.
Because in this instance, I will indeed give Meyer the benefit of the doubt. A man doesn't mess with his ticker. If it's telling you to back off -- as indeed it seems to have been doing with Meyer for some time -- you back off. Only fools and people who've lost all perspective do otherwise.
That's not to say, of course, that Meyer (and a lot of successful coaches) didn't leave perspective at the curb a long time ago. From all indications Meyer was so intimately involved in every aspect of the Florida program that he literally drove himself to a situation where, at 45, he's having to quit. Seriously, is any job worth that?
But coaches by their very nature are control freaks and lousy delegators, so perhaps that's a silly question. A man is wired a certain way or he isn't. If he is, of course the job is worth working 150 hours a week or whatever, and damn near killing himself in the process. If he's like most of the rest of us, he thinks that's insane.
Personally, I'm in the latter group. And glad of it.