Uppin' The Bloatient

Long ago, when the idea for this blog was still a tiny sperm in the throat testicle of the Blizzard, I wrote a piece called The Ten Worst Black Coaches In NFL History. That essay has disappeared, and was hopelessly outdated anyway—what with the historical badness of Art Shell and the unprecedented success of Dungy and Lovie.

So here at the HoG, we’re going to revisit the subject of the black coach, or as I like to say, the Bloach. Last night saw several Bloach developments, as Eddie Robinson died and C. Vivian Stringer lost. What, you don’t know Stringer? The gorgeous coach of Rutgers’ “ladies’” hoops team? Man, that game was thrilling. If you missed it you are not a true sports fan.

Speaking of the ladies, I would be remiss to not mention Pokey Chatman, or as I like to say, Blunch.

Robinson was significant in the history of football, winning 408 games at Grambling and giving us such NFL products as Doug Williams, who may or may not have lit up a Broncos team in the 80s. Williams succeeded Robinson as coach of his alma mater and has been tremendously successful at giving hilarious mumbling quotes in his smooth syrupy drawl.

The NFL has seen a little transition in its Bloach quotient, or Bloatient, as Shell and Denny Green got canned and the Steelers hired that dude who was in the boxing movie with Meg Ryan. We're also in the midst of the glorious Herman Era in KC. Perhaps the winning ways of the two dudes who made the Super Bowl (and why, WHY, did the Bloach angle not get more press?) will give us a higher Bloatient. We shall see. Anything that can get Terry Robiskie and Jimmy Raye back in the game is a good thing.