We all know that Bob Stoops is lying in bed, unable to sleep - mind racing about the thought of coaching America's Team. He's what 46 or 47 now?  He's been in OK since 98 and he's done all you can do there right? Tell me he's not lying there in bed saying "what if" to his wife right now, imagining himself in Silver and Blue, a star over his heart, walking the field of a brand new stadium.

That press statement was meant more to take the pressure off of him and deflect the media frenzy more than it was meant to take himself out of the picture, at least not entirely. A smoke screen.

If he is sleeping right this minute, he's dreaming about what could be the biggest opportunity of his life and all the WHAT-IFs that go with it. His racing mind will wake him up over and over again, what to do about the house, the kids, his team, the AD at OSU.  He squeezes his eyes shut to keep the fantasy from creeping back in.  It never works.

Give it a week, maybe two. He'll get his recruiting done and Jerry will have exhausted his search.  By then the media storm passes over OK and Jerry finds himself determined to get what he wants.  After all, he's hooked some pretty big Fish before....  The phone rings at the Stoops residence, it's after 8 and Bob tells his wife he'll be back in an hour, he has to personally decline a job offer.

Somewhere on an empty, dark tarmac in OK, Stoops finds himself sitting in a plane across from one of the best salesmen in the business.

I'm betting the pitch will be too hard to resist.