Slice

LOL at all of the speculation on here... secondhand rumors that morph into definitive facts. I get it though, its the off season and people have to talk about something.
 
So long as the checks cashed on my $500k salary, I'd be pretty content giving back rubs to St. Jean's & Matt if asked.
 
Sorry but have to disagree here. I spoke to someone who was there. Also heard there was a very awkward brief halftime exchange of hello's.
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Sounds like he's already gone to me.
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Moose, was the hello's just between Slice and Matt, or Mullin?
If Slice had a awkward hello exchange with Mullin too then he's probably gone.

I really believe Slice want to be in NY and help Chris, or why leave Kentucky to go to SJU?
Maybe Mullin is thick headed and saying hey if you want to leave then go, instead of trying to talk to Slice?
Who really knows.
 
I have to be honest with everyone on this board, I am so sick and tired of all the bull shit surrounding this program. I am so close to calling it a day after supporting this program for 48 years!
 
LOL at all of the speculation on here... secondhand rumors that morph into definitive facts. I get it though, its the off season and people have to talk about something.
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Too many reliable posters commenting for the this to be just speculation.
 
My opinion is that for the salaries these guys are making, for recruiting and what not, they should keep their mouths shut and work it out. Work it out internally. There's no reason we should be hearing about it on these message boards unless they were airing it to people they shouldn't.

I make a lot less than these folks, and put up with a lot of shit at work. I venture to guess that most of us do. Many of us have to punch clocks. If Slice leaves because he can't get along with his buddy the HOF'er and a young assistant, then he's being a spoiled brat considering that salary.
 
Observing this situation from somewhat of a distance, we have here an Associate Head Coach with extensive coaching experience who it appears to me has been taking a back seat to another coach who graduated from college in 2013. this rift, if there is one, may have nothing at all to do with Matt.
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Could be but based on his performance at Manhattan and in the few times they showed him with sound in the huddles this year during games it might appear that giving St Jean that job is a prudent decision.
 
I have to be honest with everyone on this board, I am so sick and tired of all the bull shit surrounding this program. I am so close to calling it a day after supporting this program for 48 years!
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It makes you wonder if the mid major programs are more enjoyable to follow. They have excellent coaching with four year kids.

If this keeps up section 114 might transfer to Hofstra
 
I hear Slice is leaving to reprise his "Glengarry Glen Ross" role in an upcoming sequel. Salary too big to turn down.
 
The workout was good. Real good. Muscles relaxed. Endorphins kicking in. Chris smiled as he made his way from the gym up to his office. Barry was there, on time as Chris had expected. "What's up boss?" Barry asked. Chris told him to take a seat. They were old friends. And not surprisingly the conversation quickly turned to the old neighborhood. They had been talking about the St. Thomas Aquinas gym when there was a knock. Matt poked his head in. He looked at Chris and smiled. Then he saw Barry and the smile was gone. Barry shifted in his seat and let out a soft sigh. "You wanted to see me boss?" Matt asked. Chris motioned toward the chair next to Barry. "I have something for you both," Chris said. He pushed two envelopes across the desk. Matt was the first to open his. "Plane tickets?" he asked. "To Houston?" Barry said. They looked dumbfounded. "You two are going to the Final Four." Chris said. Matt leafed through the papers. "But boss, you booked only one hotel room." Chris smiled. "Whoops," he said. "My bad."

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The workout was good. Real good. Muscles relaxed. Endorphins kicking in. Chris smiled as he made his way from the gym up to his office. Barry was there, on time as Chris had expected. "What's up boss?" Barry asked. Chris told him to take a seat. They were old friends. And not surprisingly the conversation quickly turned to the old neighborhood. They had been talking about the St. Thomas Aquinas gym when there was a knock. Matt poked his head in. He looked at Chris and smiled. Then he saw Barry and the smile was gone. Barry shifted in his seat and let out a soft sigh. "You wanted to see me boss?" Matt asked. Chris motioned toward the chair next to Barry. "I have something for you both," Chris said. He pushed two envelopes across the desk. Matt was the first to open his. "Plane tickets?" he asked. "To Houston?" Barry said. They looked dumbfounded. "You two are going to the Final Four." Chris said. Matt leafed through the papers. "But boss, you booked only one hotel room." Chris smiled. "Whoops," he said. "My bad."

to be continued.....
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By the third sentence it felt like I was reading the script for a '70s porno.
 
The workout was good. Real good. Muscles relaxed. Endorphins kicking in. Chris smiled as he made his way from the gym up to his office. Barry was there, on time as Chris had expected. "What's up boss?" Barry asked. Chris told him to take a seat. They were old friends. And not surprisingly the conversation quickly turned to the old neighborhood. They had been talking about the St. Thomas Aquinas gym when there was a knock. Matt poked his head in. He looked at Chris and smiled. Then he saw Barry and the smile was gone. Barry shifted in his seat and let out a soft sigh. "You wanted to see me boss?" Matt asked. Chris motioned toward the chair next to Barry. "I have something for you both," Chris said. He pushed two envelopes across the desk. Matt was the first to open his. "Plane tickets?" he asked. "To Houston?" Barry said. They looked dumbfounded. "You two are going to the Final Four." Chris said. Matt leafed through the papers. "But boss, you booked only one hotel room." Chris smiled. "Whoops," he said. "My bad."

to be continued.....
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By the third sentence it felt like I was reading the script for a '70s porno.
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Room as only one bed, a twin. :)
 
By the third sentence it felt like I was reading the script for a '70s porno.
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...LJSA was sitting on the plane as the other passengers continued to board. He was on his way to meet Barry and Matt in Houston. He was bored already so casually picked up the emergency de-boarding card. By the third sentence he felt like he was reading the scrip for a '70s porno...
 
The workout was good. Real good. Muscles relaxed. Endorphins kicking in. Chris smiled as he made his way from the gym up to his office. Barry was there, on time as Chris had expected. "What's up boss?" Barry asked. Chris told him to take a seat. They were old friends. And not surprisingly the conversation quickly turned to the old neighborhood. They had been talking about the St. Thomas Aquinas gym when there was a knock. Matt poked his head in. He looked at Chris and smiled. Then he saw Barry and the smile was gone. Barry shifted in his seat and let out a soft sigh. "You wanted to see me boss?" Matt asked. Chris motioned toward the chair next to Barry. "I have something for you both," Chris said. He pushed two envelopes across the desk. Matt was the first to open his. "Plane tickets?" he asked. "To Houston?" Barry said. They looked dumbfounded. "You two are going to the Final Four." Chris said. Matt leafed through the papers. "But boss, you booked only one hotel room." Chris smiled. "Whoops," he said. "My bad."

to be continued.....
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By the third sentence it felt like I was reading the script for a '70s porno.
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or listening to MJ critique the flick he watched last night
 
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