Wednesday Morning Dawg Bites

These are busy times in Bulldog Nation, so much that is afoot requires our attention. Consequently, and without further ado, I offer you a quick run-down of events of note, on the field and in the blogosphere, complete with a rare admission of error on my part, so you'll want to be sure to read all the way to the end:

• You can feel it in the air . . . college baseball season is almost upon us! As Quinton McDawg reminds us, David Perno's Diamond Dogs are like "Star Trek" movies: the even-numbered ones are good and the odd-numbered ones are bad. Let us know how you think the Red and Black will fare this baseball season.
• It's always nice to get a mention from the traditional media, but did the Journal-Constitution really have to call it "Trolling the Dawgosphere"? It's not like they sent a guy into the bad part of town to interview bloggers down by the docks or anything. Heck, even though we don't put "product" in our hair, some of us even shower and shave on consecutive days.

O.K., not so much with the shaving for me lately, but still. . . .

• Personally, given the choices available in the championship round, I'd have gone with Rachel Bilson (and I find it inconceivable that Jessica Biel didn't make the finals), but Roll Bama Roll officially has anointed Brittany Snow as its 2008 sweetheart. (I'd be willing to wager twenty bucks that Watson is the only regular Dawg Sports commenter who knows who Brittany Snow is, so we'd be most appreciative if he could offer an explanation for the benefit of NCT, 34hawk, LD, College Buddy, DC Trojan, MaconDawg, me, and the rest of the gang.)
• I have been known to give Les Miles a hard time, to the point where my colleagues over at And the Valley Shook have commented (with only mild hyperbole) on my "near-weekly slam of Les Miles." Last summer, an L.S.U. fan, Billy, sent me an e-mail calling me on my criticisms of the Bayou Bengals' head coach. He wrote:

I wrote in reply:
I sent that e-mail on July 15, 2007, and Louisiana State went on to win the national title, on my BlogPoll ballot as well as in all the major polls. Thereafter, I received the following e-mail from Billy, which arrived on Valentine's Day 2008 and comes to you accompanied by a strong adult language advisory (not to mention a serious need for some proofreading):
Surely every denizen of the blogosphere, whether blogger, commenter, or lurker, knows by now that I stand resolutely in the camp that believes you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar, so I cannot claim that I cotton to Billy's approach; he might have gotten a more favorable reaction from me, and one accompanied by fewer qualifications, had he gone about his objective a bit less brusquely (and with fewer split infinitives). Accordingly, ere I concede his basic premise, permit me to add a couple of caveats.

Really, has getting a Southern lawyer riled up ever been a good idea?

If I were making a case for Les Miles's coaching acumen, I don't think I'd be hurling animadversions and imprecations regarding another team's success against the Tennessee Volunteers. (Mark Richt has a winning record against the Big Orange and his assistant coaches have never had to dissuade him from attempting frantically to call a time out during a clock stoppage.) Likewise, if I were an L.S.U. fan, I don't know that I'd be too terribly critical of Georgia's 2004 team.

I likewise don't know that my basic criticism of Les Miles---that he guides 13-0 talent to an 11-2 record---necessarily has been debunked by a 12-2 season, particularly in light of his decision to throw the ball in the final seconds against Auburn, which (as noted by Orson and by Sunday Morning Quarterback) was an ill-considered move, no matter how much MGoBlog tried to justify it when defending the man Brian Cook then mistakenly believed would be Michigan's next coach. (To Brian's credit, he knew in more temperate and less error-prone times that the Miles-to-Michigan movement was worse than orthogonally wrong.)

Nevertheless, a promise is a promise; I wrote last July that I would give Coach Miles credit if he led L.S.U. to an S.E.C. championship or a national title, and he did both of those things, guiding the Fighting Tigers to victory with a series of gutsy fourth-down calls against Florida. He may have needed a heck of a lot of help to do it, but do it he did, and, although I'm glad to know that my head coach is not so desperately in need of defending that I'd have hung onto an e-mail for seven months just so I could tell the author of it that I told him so, the fact is that Billy told me so, and I am a man of my word.

Billy, if you're out there reading this, you were right and I was wrong: Les Miles is a better coach than I gave him credit for being, and he has the national championship to prove it. Personally, I don't think he's in a class with Mark Richt---who, unlike Les Miles, has (a) a season with fewer than two losses in his ledger, (b) more than one conference championship to his credit, and (c) a 1-0 record in head-to-head competition with the other guy---but, like Sunday Morning Quarterback says, the crystal ball cures all.

Go 'Dawgs!