I Preach, I Cuss, I Don't Care Anymore: Memphis' Tommy West Sings the Boos

My mother, a University of Memphis employee since the Chuck Stobart days, always had this saying when she used to lecture me. “I preach, I cuss, I hit,” she would say to me. While most of it knocked some sense into yours truly, the same thing didn’t register hasn’t registered for the University of Memphis and their football program nor their pitiful excuse of a coach. Don’t get me wrong, I like Tommy West as a person. I really do. But never in my life have I seen a coach who, just in so many words, didn’t want to be there with his team, teaching them, encouraging them, doing the things that a coach is supposed to do. I was always taught by my baseball coach at Fairview a decade ago that there are two types of losing. Losing and trying your best, giving it all you got for the team until the final whistle, showing that you may be down, but your heart is stronger than ever. The opposite of that is losing and not giving a damn, something that w...