Daryl Gross can’t afford another mistake.
The Greg Robinson story is quite familiar to us in Piscataway. We lived it. For five, long, miserable years, our football program was driven into the ground by a naive outsider. We became the laughing stock of football. Our pathetic, hopelessly inept, completely out of touch coach was widely perceived as a lame duck, and had no luck connecting to sorely-needed recruits in the close-knit, parochial regional football community of the Northeast. Personal connections are everything here, and he had none.
Sound familiar?