(No irreverence intended here, but the allegory is just too sweet to pass up. Plus that pic is BA. I'd like to see the team's other Moses, the Tossin' Tongan, wield a staff like that. I bet that thing attacks at 2d4.)
Happy birthday, Coach KILL. Your arrival after the plagues of Brewster and Cosgrove and dedication to lead us out of the CFB desert after 44 years of penury are appreciated by all lovers of maroon and gold.