Tried to think of another way to word that, but there is not one: during a critical moment late in the fourth quarter in the slugfest between the Alabama Crimson Tide and LSU Tigers, Les Miles was literally grazing on the sideline. This is two or three levels beyond Lou Holtz’ famous habit of fidgeting with grass while coaching.
Nobody would figure Les for a herbivore, but it makes sense. No, it doesn’t. That’s exactly why it makes sense. Les Miles.
Dogs eat grass. Dogs bark at the moon and eat cat vomit and chase their own tails and stare at doorknobs for hours with their tails wagging and run in circles for 20 seconds before pooping. Les Miles.