Charlie Weis, exposed

September 17th, 2007 | Posted by PostmanE

As if a reminder was necessary, here’s video of Jimmy Clausen’s Saturday spent trying to prevent snaps from flying over his head, and keep onrushing Michigan lineman — suddenly confused by their sudden acuity for rushing the passer — doing to one of the country’s winningest football programs what they failed to against a 1-AA team merely two weeks before. And yes, Yakety Sax figures prominently. (HT: MGoBlog.)

Speaking of MGoBlog, those looking for a definitive indictment of Charlie Weis can go forth and be treated to passages like:

Anyone who’s read this blog for more than a nanosecond knows what the upcoming explanation is going to be: Weis is a colossal asshole. Heck, anyone who’s read one of his many ridiculously arrogant press conference quotes (the grand mother of them begins this post) or saw the embarassing 60 Minutes puff piece — wherein Weis came off as a bully and a jackass — when Notre Dame was returning to glory for the umpteenth time knows this. The only wonder is that the media spent the better part of 2.5 years pumping him up as Weis E. Coyote, Certified Super Genius, largely because Weis spent every available moment telling the media that he and his ACME catalog of incredibly sophisticated devices that were worth a foolproof touchdown every game. Somehow I doubt even Tyrone Willingham would have Notre Dame scoring -7 points per game.

You could also visit Foul Balls, where Panger shut the door on any excuse Weis apologists might make for their Dear Leader’s hubris-infused failure:

This is the post-Brady Quinn era team he puts together?

I can hear Weis’ defenders: “But he’s had to replace all the key offensive positions.”

So what? He’s been at Notre Dame for three years. Three years to recruit and train in anticipation of this very season. Three years to create a team in his own image and he puts together an offensive line a Pop Warner team could pick apart?

For someone who harbors no real ill will toward Notre Dame (though, like any good friend, I enjoy the needling I can give Domers constantly now) let me just say: It’s time to start thinking about Weis in less than the flattering tones you’ve been accustomed to. He’s not the savior; he might not even be Ty Willingham.