David Shaw has been the head coach at Stanford for two years, and I'm telling you, the guy doesn't know thing one about how to be a head coach.
Sure, he has gone 11-2 two seasons in a row, and the Cardinal won its first Pac-12 Conference championship in 13 years. OK, fine, he beat Oregon at Oregon. He turned USC into Stanford's lapdog (four in a row if you're counting at home, and trust me, every Cardinal fan is counting at home).
And yeah, Shaw switched quarterbacks at midseason and pinned Stanford's Rose Bowl hopes on a redshirt freshman, Kevin Hogan, who proceeded to beat four ranked conference opponents in four weeks.
But that has nothing to do with the art and science of being a head coach. You know, the guy who wins games and demands money. Says all the right things in public, while his agent holds the athletic director hostage. Goes to a recruiting dinner on Friday night and accepts a new job Saturday morning.
Shaw doesn't know the first thing about any of that. He's 40 years old, he's been a head coach for two years, and he somehow thought it appropriate to negotiate a new contract with Stanford by himself. Without his agent, but presumably with a "Kick me" sign taped to his back.