In one fell swoop, Hawaii head coach Greg McMackin has made the recently-concluded SEC media days look like a gathering of blue hairs at a church social.
Tim Tebow a virgin? Tebow not a unanimous first-team selection? Please.
The Archie Bunker of the WAC has trumped ‘em all.
Speaking at the conference meetings today, McMackin relayed a story about a banquet before the Hawaii Bowl last year. And, if you recall, the participants were Hawaii and Notre Dame.
“I know most of the coaches in the country are rooting for us to beat Notre Dame,” McMackin said. “Charlie [Weis] gives this talk, ‘We do something special at Notre Dame,’ and (the players) get up and they do this little cheer ... this little faggot dance.”
Uh-oh.
Shortly after the “faggot” blast, McMackin attempted to get the reporters in the room to cover up his slip o’ the tongue.
“Don’t write that ‘faggot’ down. I was misquoted,” he said.
“Just please ... cover for me,” McMackin said Thursday. “Go ahead, say ‘faggot dance.’ No. Please cover for me on that, too -- right Karl? I’ll deny it. Anything else?”
At this point in time, you can hear McMackin saying “I had the right to remain silent... but I didn’t have the ability.”
At this point in time as well, you can literally feel the coach squirming as you read his words, can’t you?
But wait, he’s not finished.
Shortly after attempting to pull a Nixon, McMackin left the room, then came back 15 minutes later to offer an “apology”.
“I want to officially, officially apologize. Please don’t write that statement I said as far as Notre Dame. The reason is, I don’t care about Notre Dame. But I’m not a ... I don’t want to come out and have every homosexual ticked off at me. You know what I mean. Because I don’t have any problem with homosexuals. But I apologize for saying that and I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t run that word. If you said dance, that’s OK. But don’t use the bad term that I chose, please. Thank you.”
I’m not certain, but McMackin most certainly rode to the meetings on a Caterpillar as they are the only company in the world with the capacity to make equipment that can dig a hole that big.
Look, I’m no St. Timothy. I’ve dropped my fair share of “faggot” bombs in the past, especially at various family gatherings. Or phone conversations with Florio.
But, c’mon coach. Certainly, in this day and age, you have more sense than that. Don’t ya?