Might nod to those who gave him time.
Silence instead. Not even a wave.
For a โclassyโ coach, the script misbehaved.
And there sits the irony, loud and clear:
The thank-you that never did appear.
Billy stood polished in Gator blue,
Preached class and gratitude too
The kind of man whoโd โdo things right,โ
Shake every hand, keep honor tight.
But when the winds turned, fast and cold,
And Gainesvilleโs patience finally rolled,
Youโd think a note, just one plain line