Answer to God

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Stumbled upon Rick Pitino on ESPN as he tried to explain that he didn't do anything wrong even though he was the coach of the Louisville basketball team that got caught up in some trouble with the FBI.

I felt bad for Coach Rick for a moment there, but a couple of times he mentioned that anything that might have happened was between him and God.

He was good with his actions and assured us that God was too.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

What if God has a no tolerance deal with escorts, sex in restaurants with women who you aren't married to, alumni paying players, or $800 suits?

Pitino is certainly right. He needs to make amends with any and all of his personal weaknesses.

We all do.

It just kind of makes my skin crawl when someone who is in trouble kind of lets the world know that it's all in God's hands.

Sorry, but some of it sounds like something of a cop out to me.

And Pitino looked sad.

Is he sad because they were caught, or because feels victimized.

"Will you be vindicated?" The interviewer asked him.

"I already am," he said. "In God's eyes."

How'd that conversation go?

Pitino: "God, I didn't do anything."

God: "I know. Don't worry about it."

I may sound a little unforgiving but there's a back story. When Pitino started coaching I was a fan. His teams were fun to watch. They worked hard and went fast. He was in the coaches box looking confident and flawlessly dressed.

He even wrote a book about his early success...

...and I bought in.

Then the big money, the accusations of cheating, the cheating on his wife, his defiance.

Suddenly he was less than squeaky clean as he portrayed himself in that book...

...but now God and family are back in the equation.

Good for him.

He's vindicated.

Too bad God hasn't told the FBI about it yet.

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