[phone rings]
Matt Mosley of ESPN Fame: [answering] Whaddaya do, buckaroo?
Coach Mangini: Hello? Is this Matt Mosley?
Mosley: Oh. Hi, Coach. I thought you were…What can I do for you?
Coach Mangini: I have some qualms, Matt. I have some qualms that I need help sorting out. I have some qualms about these power rankings you helped produce on ESPN.
Mosley: Okay…
Coach Mangini: You ranked us 21st. Just tell me, are you pissed at me about something?
Mosley: Nope.
Coach Mangini: you’ve just seemed … short with me.
Mosley: I’m sure that wasn’t the case.
Coach Mangini: Are you really pissed at me about something? To be down with three of the guys on that panel, a 21 was odd.
Mosley: I’m not explaining what went on between the eight of us to anyone, least of all a head coach. I’m sure you understand why. But there was voting, and that’s how the numbers came out, so that’s how y’all were placed. I had a say over my rankings, and that’s it.
Coach Mangini: Honestly? I’d have rather not been in it than been a 21.
Mosley: Now how am I supposed to respond to that, Eric? We voted. It’s math. Y’all put yourselves out there. No one was duped.
Coach Mangini: Well, I guess I know where I stand with you guys then.
Mosley: Well, yeah you do. You stand 21st with us. Don’t sulk, little buckaroo. This is supposed to be fun.
Coach Mangini: I know that number’s wrong. I just didn’t expect that. And it was fun except for the ranking, which was a real evaluation of how I’m doing.
Mosley: Um, No. Are you really taking this that seriosuly? Because that concerns me. This is supposed to be Fun. How many more times do you want me to say it?
Coach Mangini: Well I took the ranking seriously, yes. If it’s not indicative of the work I’m doing, then I won’t treat it as such.
Mosley: All right, you need to chill, and I need to get into makeup and get pretty for a local TV appearance tomorrow.
Coach Mangini: How do you pretty yourself up when there’s a nighttime of slumber between now and work?
Mosley: Went to the day spa and got a manicure, a pedicure, and got my eyebrows did.
Coach Mangini: Can I, um, see?
Mosley: My toenails? Are you some kind of freak?
Coach Mangini: I was kinda hopin’ for the whole package. If not, you may clip the toenails and mail them my way with the DVDs of all your other TV appearances. I was ultimately hoping for the gussied up Mosley, top to bottom.
Mosley: Yeah, I don’t know how I’d accomplish that.
Coach Mangini: Please, Matt! I’m so ronery! Cup my qualms with your hands and make them better!
Mosley: Sorry, buckaroo. [hangs up]
Coach Mangini: Oh, Matt. Please don’t hate me! I just wanted to give you a little attention!




Hole in the time space continuum?
Bravo Punte.
“ronery”?? Was the Mangenius channeling Hines Wald there?
WTF? umm… wish i had that 30 seconds back I could have used that time to shove paperclips under my finger nails.
zing
Y’know, I think I’ve found peace.
Went to the day spa and got a manicure, a pedicure, and got my eyebrows did.
He also carries around an oversized man bag too.
This is majestic, Punter. Although Mangini saying these things is way less creepy than the alternative.
You lost me here: Coach Mangini: you’ve just seemed … short with me.
and you won me back here: Coach Mangini: Please, Matt! I’m so ronery! Cup my qualms with your hands and make them better!
Now my opinion is known.
So it was really Mangini who was blowing Vitto in the parking lot that morning.
Punter, you scoundrel. My side hurts.
Power rankings in May are like when Wilbon talks about the NHL… totally meaningless.
Artie Bucco needs to cook this pair a romantic meal. Maybe the linguini with qualm sauce.