I saw that and I continue to find both his behavior and appearance highly unprofessional.
You're the face of a multi-million dollar organization; hired to come in and fix what has been a moribund offense spanning nearly a decade. It's the flagship university of what was one of the fastest growing states and economies in the nation in 2016. A state in which, even though the actual university is located in a piece-of-crap little north Florida redneck enclave, there are significant metropolitan, affluent areas such as Miami, Fort Lauderdale, Palm Beach, Orlando, Tampa Bay, etc. I mean, our current president has been spending as much time at his Palm Beach resort, Mar-a-Lago, as he has at the actual White House. Florida is a major player in terms of states in the union - this isn't Montana, Idaho, or eastern Washington.
Yet, we have a head coach right now that would rather treat it all as one big joke. Instead of standing at the podium and providing legitimate information to a concerned fan base about the progress of its offense, he'd rather have a laugh with reporters and deflect conversation to a sport he doesn't even coach. Every press conference is filled with chuckling and lame attempts to win influence with the media members (who mostly hate him and see through the schtick). He's the David Brent (for those who have seen the British version of "The Office") of college football - at home in his own, warped notions of himself and oblivious to how retarded everyone else thinks he is.
Physically, he presents the image of a hyper-casual slob. He refuses to wear socks and now decides to stop shaving. He also has a gut approaching the size of Phil Fulmer, whose weight Gator Nation used to ceaselessly ridicule. All those Krispy Kreme memes are about to start coming back to us if this idiot hayseed we have as head coach doesn't begin controlling his diet.
If this clown wants to lay around on his couch, unshaven, in lounge-wear and sandals all the time, stuffing his face while chuckling at some lowbrow entertainment such as Hee Haw, then step the hell down and do it on his own time. But right now he's the head FOOTBALL coach at the University of Florida. Not basketball. Not a Montana fly-fishing guide. Not a stay-at-home Dad who just enjoys grilling out and cooking his special chili for the fam. FOOTBALL coach...standing at the same podium at which Urban Frank Meyer III once stood. So, have a shave, put on some socks, and start acting like it.