I love sports.

That hardly makes me unique. Most people do, in one way or another, although they have different ideas on what constitutes “sports.” If you’re reading this site, you’re probably like me: you like the competition, the strategy, the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat. There are others, though, who are more interested in what LeBron says about Kyrie on Instagram or the latest thing that pops up on TMZ Sports. To these people, “sports” really means a reality show with a more athletic cast.

It’s harder for that kind of “sport” culture to take hold at the college level since rosters turn over every four years or so. Instead of focusing on players, then, “sports” people tend to concentrate on coaches. One of their favorite pastimes is to turn coaches into caricatures acting out a college football comedy; Les Miles is goofy, Jim Harbaugh is weird, and Nick Saban is a robot. Another favorite target for this treatment is new Florida Atlantic head coach Lane Kiffin.

I’m not a fan of the subculture of college football media that thrives on this sort of thing, as I find it irrelevant and often unfair. Kiffin, though, brings a lot of this attention upon himself, from the way he abruptly left Tennessee, to the USC circus that resulted in his pull-him-off-the-bus-at-the-airport firing, to his clashes with Saban as Alabama’s offensive coordinator. Indeed, the drama that seems to follow him everywhere is probably why he is at Florida Atlantic in the first place. His name was frequently mentioned whenever higher-profile jobs opened up, but even with his “rehabilitation” at Alabama, Kiffin was always passed over.