No, I'm not clever enough to pen a satiric paean to selling children to alleviate Irish poverty a la Jonathan Swift, but I do have a small proposal for OBNUG powers that be. Before I get to that, I'd like to again thank our indefatigable bloggers and the retinue of commenters, our Nuggie community, who, like a self help group, have helped a sizable portion of us in Bronco Nation to weather and cope with the turmoil of less than appetizing season and the subsequent departure of a beloved coach to, in his mind obviously, greener pastures (well, at least a green football field). Yes, we all knew this day might come but, despite this foreknowledge, it nevertheless felt like a blow to our dreams, even a metaphorical blow to the solar plexus of the Bronco body. We've been staggered by not only the departure but the stunning reality that Pete would actively grab recruits from our program. The quick, decisive hiring of Harsin and his assemblage of what looks like a great, young, aggressive staff has mitigated the feeling of loss and betrayal. We all anxiously await the signing of new and previously committed recruits and long for the incipient signs of spring and the possiblity of a new start, a rebirth. The dead hand of time, the remorseless god that fears no mortal will also soften the raw feelings of sudden change and disorientation. So, having said all this...can we, fercryinoutloud, STOP SEEING PICTURES OF A BEAMING CHRIS PETERSEN DECKED OUT IN A PURPLE TIE IN FRONT OF UDUB BACKDROP AND LEAVE IT ALONE? Thank you. Sincerely, kcam.