8timechamps
10/11/2011, 08:44 PM
This is how it played out (at least in my mind):
Mack Brown: Coach Stoops, why did you leave your defensive starters in for so long?!
Brent Venables: You don't have to answer that question!
Coach Stoops: I'll answer the question. You want answers?
Mack Brown: I think I'm entitled.
Coach Stoops: You want answers?!
Mack Brown: I want the truth!
Coach Stoops: You can't handle the truth!
Mack, we live in a world that has voters, voters that look at the final score, and the final score has to be guarded by men with guts. Who's gonna do it? You? Your defense, Coach Diaz? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom! You weep for McCoy and you curse the Sooners. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that this blow-out, while tragic to horn nation, probably gained Texas recruits. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you and horn fans, gets Texas recruits! You don't want the truth; because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me to win! You need me to win! We use words like "Boomer", "Sooner", and “Pride". We use these words as the backbone of a life spent being a Sooner. You use them as a punch line! I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very conference that I provide stability to, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said "Thank you, Coach" and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you put on a helmet, and take the field. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!
Mack Brown: Coach Stoops, why did you leave your defensive starters in for so long?!
Brent Venables: You don't have to answer that question!
Coach Stoops: I'll answer the question. You want answers?
Mack Brown: I think I'm entitled.
Coach Stoops: You want answers?!
Mack Brown: I want the truth!
Coach Stoops: You can't handle the truth!
Mack, we live in a world that has voters, voters that look at the final score, and the final score has to be guarded by men with guts. Who's gonna do it? You? Your defense, Coach Diaz? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom! You weep for McCoy and you curse the Sooners. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that this blow-out, while tragic to horn nation, probably gained Texas recruits. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you and horn fans, gets Texas recruits! You don't want the truth; because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me to win! You need me to win! We use words like "Boomer", "Sooner", and “Pride". We use these words as the backbone of a life spent being a Sooner. You use them as a punch line! I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very conference that I provide stability to, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said "Thank you, Coach" and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you put on a helmet, and take the field. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!