I was sitting at a bar at a steakhouse Friday night and (admittedly after a couple/few martinis) looked across the bar and swore I saw Urban Meyer. Said to my wife, "Holy s#!t that's Urban Meyer." She looks at him then looks at me and says, "The waiter?" which is when I noticed he was dressed like the waiters.
I think we all may need to step away from the coaching search for a little while.