Fuck.

Word is that the University of Kentucky, after being rebuffed by Billy Donovan and Rick Barnes (?), has pried Billy Gilespie away from Texas A&M to serve as the Wildcats' next basketball coach.

This is entirely predictable, as College Station was a basketball wasteland before Gillespie revived the program. At Kentucky he'll be on TV more, coach in front of massive crowds full of incestuous moonshine-fueled coon-asses, and make a lot of money. He may even have a clause in his contract that he can blow his whistle in this gymnasium.

But Kentucky is, like, really poor. A&M has the largest alumni association in the country, a $30 million practice facility under construction, and a carniverous desire to be good at any kind of sports. There are Aggie boosters that could buy Kentucky...not just the school but the whole state.

I'm disappointed in Gillespie. Not because he took a job at a historic hoops institution that may someday make him a legend. Not because he agreed to an extension at A&M (which he shrewdly forgot to sign). But because he took less money to do so. The whole point of college sports is to find a sugar daddy and milk it dry. Coaching is the most whorish profession this side of actual whoring. And Gillespie went for the glory ahead of big sweaty piles of Texas cashish. I've lost all faith in humanity.