I just got finished reading the Pete Carroll in this month’s Esquire and upon its conclusion, I can only state: Man, I love Joe Paterno and I really hope that we do not hire someone like this guy later on down the road. Aside from his sheer dominance on the field (unless it is a terrible Pac-10 team he is going up against), his surfer-brah-chillin’-wit’-da-homies shtick is really wearing thin and nowhere is this more evident than in this article. I think that he is trying WAY too hard to relate to his recruits and it blows my mind that they cannot see through his nauseating faux enthusiasm.

A couple of choice selections from the article:

“Nearly fifty thousand souls follow his blog and his tweets on Twitter, which include notes from the Lakers' victory party ("Watching Kobe and the mayor rock out to Lil Wayne — so insane!")”

“At all times, no matter where Carroll is — checking e-mails, watching film, mulling defensive schemes, holding a meeting, trading zippy e-mails with his buddy Will Ferrell — classic oldies play at party volume, Stevie Wonder's Living for the City flowing into War's Low Rider flowing into Santana's Black Magic Woman. Carroll and his coaches will absently sing a line or a chorus or dance a step or two; they'll challenge one another to name that tune; they'll argue about who sang what song on what album during what year.”

And perhaps the most blasphemous (and what got my blood boiling enough to write this post) excerpt:

“Since the last NFL draft, when three USC linebackers were scooped up in the first two rounds, people have begun joking that USC, once known as Tailback U, needs to be renamed.”

I really hope that this sort of culture is not created at Penn State once JVP finally decides to hang up his black and white Nike cleats. I can’t stomach this.

Oh yeah, and his kid was a tight-end at Pitt, so there’s that.