The media are in a mad dash to stomp the Mulcahy-McCormick-Schiano delusions into shards, and rightly so. Those Three Stooges have gone far in bringing Rutgers to ruination. But their end is nearing, as it becomes ever clearer that there will be no Phase 2 stadium expansion and the only real question left to ask is: who will be stuck paying Greedy Greg Schiano’s $2 million pay for the next decade? Yeechh.
Feast on the negative media.
The main course: Rutgers yet again makes ESPN’s infamous “Bottom 10” football teams (in the #8 slot). Writes ESPN: “our pals from Piscataway have always had that Bottom 10 Verve. Welcome back. “
For more funereal news from ESPN, read “The Fall of the House of Rutgers,” a piece that zeroes in on Greedy Greg Schiano’s nonsensical doublespeak and also looks at the myth of “family” on the Rutgers team despite the Mike Teel punch seen ’round the world. –”In the locker room afterward, the Scarlet Knights players and coach repeatedly referred to the incident as something ‘in the family.’ If that’s the case, there’s no doubting that this is one seriously dysfunctional family.”
Memo to the early 2009 “verbal commits” to Greedy Greg’s “program;” Listen here. Stay committed if you like it. If you don’t…you can break that oral agreement with a single word, nope. Go with our best wishes.
The Star Ledger, meantime, explores the blogosphere’s coverage of the Teel punch here – and the piece references this blog too.
The Ledger cartoonist Sheneman skewers Schiano here.
Oh, for another chuckle, check out the misspelled Jerseys worn by “Rutgres” players at the Navy game here. Not only can’t Mulcahy function as a proper AD, he obviously cannot spell. It stretches the imagination to see a “major” football team playing in uniforms with the school name misspelled. Go Mulcahy!!! Or should we type Mulcahey??
The Asbury Park Press weighs in with an editorial attacking McCormick and Rutgers: “Not helping the state university’s growing reputation for putting football before academics is the revelation in Sunday’s Star-Ledger that the state quietly has funneled $2.25 million over four years directly to the football program and athletic department. That money was tacked onto the state budget without public scrutiny.”
The APP continues: “Perhaps the biggest fumble in the decision-making at Rutgers during the last few years was to overreact to one winning season by continuing to pour the school’s resources into the football program while cutting back on staff and courses, eliminating other sports teams and boosting tuition. For that, McCormick and Rutgers trustees who allowed this to go on — and the state’s legislators who quietly channeled more money to the football program — deserve a big Bronx cheer.”
Our favorite, though, is the Daily Record’s editorial, Christmas at Rutgers: “It’s a shame money is not translating into wins for the Rutgers University football team. On the field, the Scarlet Knights at 0-3 are a major disappointment.
But off the field, money keeps on pouring in to the program. First, there was a $250,000 payment to coach Greg Schiano from a marketing firm that was undisclosed until reported by the press. Now, it surfaces that the state Legislature has given the university’s athletic department about $2.25 million in grants or so-called Christmas Tree items, over the last four or five years.”
Every dollar Mulcahy III touches is a dollar wasted. That much is plain because his stewardship of men’s basketball and football has transformed mediocre low-cost teams into bad, high-cost teams. And the recognition has been cascading through Trenton like stink on a foggy night in Secaucus.
Feast on the realities:
* The stadium expansion is RIP (only the formal announcement needs be made).
* Mulcahy is a walking dead man. Only his “retirement” papers need be processed.
* Attendance at the Morgan State game won’t top 20,000. The stadium will stand half empty in a silent mockery of the premature Mulcahy-McCormick expansion plans.
* McCormick, alas, continues to preside over the academic collapase of Rutgers.
Hail the Three Stooges, hail.