You thought that when Paul Johnson announced his retirement recently that was it.
That he would fade gently into that good night.
Quietly take up a life swimming in the three “W”s of college coaches who no longer have to chase W’s on Saturday: whittlin’, whiskey-making, and watching Matlock*.
No way, man.
Paul Johnson, fresh off a loss so bad that Kirby Smart reminded us afterward that if he kept doing it he’d get Johnson fired or retired, is leading his boys on one last march into the glory and pageantry of . . .