He ain't Bo Pellini.  I don't care if Pellini is the greatest football coach on the planet.  He chews gum (or something) incessantly like a twelve year old girl and wears a baseball styled cap pulled down to his ears like a thirteen year old redneck boy.  And, worst of all, wears that sweatshirt or whatever that pullover thing is___that makes him look like he just got off his Craftsman riding lawn mower, wiped his hands on his shirt, and went to the game.   I know that the days of head coaches in football wearing ties and white shirts, much less sportscoats or blazers and hats (that's right, HATS, not caps) are over, except in Columbus, Ohio.    But, please, Pellini try a Men's Wearhouse or go to a college basketball game and look at the head coach before choosing your gameday attire.  And, thank you, Coach Richt for at least semi-dressing for success.