"what do you have to say to Courtney Smith?" and he comes up with this:

 "Well, I have a message for everyone involved in this: I'm sorry that we're in this situation, and, I'm just sorry we're in this situation."

Sorry, but if I was AD or Prez of OSU I would have walked up there at that point and relieved him of his duties on the spot.  What a scumbag.

BBG

Son, we live in a world that has Wolverines, and those Wolverines have to be beaten by Buckeyes with coaches. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Mr. Professor? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Courtney Smith and you curse the Buckeyes. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know, that Courtney Smith's beatings, while tragic, probably won football games. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, wins football games! You don't want the truth, because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me in that head coach's office. You need me in that coach's office. We use words like Go Bucks, O-H-I-O, Woody. We use these words as the backbone of a life winning football games. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps to go to his skybox in my stadium that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said "thank you", and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a football helmet, and get in the game. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!

What is this? Mr. Professor, what's going on? I coached my Buckeyes, and I'd do it again! I'm gonna get in my Escalade and go on back to my football field!

Coach Urban Meyer is the Colonel Nathan R. Jessup of college football!