Joe Pa's Eyeglasses Are No More: College Football's new top coaching fashion trends

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Joe Paterno's Coke-bottle thick black eyeglasses that always gave the 83-year-old Penn State Nittany Lions head coach a vaguely owlish gaze are no more. That's because JoePa, the man without an e-mail address or an awareness that the Internets exist, recently had Lasik surgery to correct his vision. The end result? College football's most iconic single object or trait that defines a head coach is no more.

And let's be honest, Paterno's eyeglasses weren't just a device that made it easier to see, the glasses were a window into the man's soul. Paterno's glasses were like the man himself: straightforward, functional and unadorned. See those dark-rimmed black glasses on a man, and you knew what to expect. This was a man not given over to flash or to grand displays of emotion. This was a man who valued hard work over showboating, getting the job done over looking good while doing it.

In fact, I'll even go this far, Paterno's glasses were the single most well-known fashion choice of any living college football coach. Are any of us prepared for what life without an owlish-Joe Paterno will actually be like? How could we be? The man had been rocking the same glasses since John F. Kennedy was president. There are only three certainties in college football: all players will eventually leave, the ACC will be bad, and Joe Paterno

Yep, after 394 victories, the most in college football history, Paterno says his new look even throws him for an occasional loop.

"I feel strange. When I don't wear 'em, and I put on a sweater, I reach to take the glasses off and I don't have them on," he told Fight on State.

The feeling is so odd that Paterno has had his signature frames and lenses refashioned, even though they aren't necessary, just because he misses the feel. So while mourning over the departure of Paterno's frame and lenses may be premature, there is no doubt that the improvement of Paterno's vision leaves behind a glaring void in the all-important iconic coaching look.
All of us, each college football fan in America, craves a replacement. I kindly offer 13 potential replacements.

Jim Tressel's sweatervest at Ohio State

Tressel is still young in terms of tenure, but the sweater vest fits him perfectly. It's staid, boring, the clipped apparel of a man who appears to live a joyless existence. Terrelle Pryor didn't need to visit Ohio State and meet with Tressel to see whether or not his skills would translate to Buckeye brilliance, all he needed to do was watch Tressel shuffle down the sideline, back unbending and ramrod stiff, cotton sweater vest taut and unwrinkled -- does he iron it? -- to know that he and Tressel were not compatible.

Now give Tressel the least conventional quarterback in the country, a man who excels at making plays outside of a regimented setting and you have a recipe for disaster. Tressel clearly has been successful, but mixing Tressel and Pryor is like asking the coach to show up one day in a Hawaiian shirt, slacks, and boat shoes while strumming a ukulele.

It ain't happening.

Les Miles' hat at LSU

Thesis: There are two ways to wear hats: A.) purely as a functional device, i.e. protection from the elements, and B.) for ceremonial status, like the Pope or generals.

Les Miles' hat is pure ceremony, Napoleon meets the Bayou. (There's a Louisiana Purchase and clock management joke here, but even I think that's too complicated.) The Miles hat is designed to inspire confidence, terrify the enemy, and give the illusion that the man wearing the hat has such prodigious mental capabilities that his brain requires breathing room, a billowing airspace lest the heat emanating from the complex mental equations brewing inside unleash a conflagration.

In reality, of course, Miles believes that a hat worn too closely to his skin allows others to see inside at what he is thinking.

Tommy Tuberville's transition lenses at Texas Tech

Now that he's at Texas Tech, Red Raider fans will experience the curious fashion sense of a man who uses bottles of Brylcreem like they're going out of style. Despite being a multi-millionaire, rather than carry sunglasses and glasses, Tuberville makes the radical move -- perfected in 1973 -- of rocking the transition lenses, glasses and sunglasses in one frame!

Now you see Tuberville's eyes, whoa, the sun emerges from a cloud, now you don't.

It's like Zartan meets football.

Dave Wannstedt's mustache at Pittsburgh

Dave WannstedtThe Wannstache is a reliable sort of mustache so long as you don't pair it with a baseball cap and sunglasses, Miami style. Then the Wannstache turns into the disguise worn by a bank robber or porn star, potentially both. As is, Wannstedt's Pittsburgh mouth fur is kind of 'stache that your reliable yet unsuccessful uncle might wear. You look at him sitting across the table from you at Thanksgiving dinner and think, this guy is solid, he might get fired from his job at the printing press but he's not going to cheat on my Aunt with a Big Boy's waitress.

There's a trust factor.

But there's also a ceiling of achievement. A man with Wannstedt's stache is never, for instance, going to win a national title or open his own successful auto body repair shop.

Rich Rodriguez's wristbands and gloves combo at Michigan

I have a theory: If a coach has to wear wristbands with play calls on them, his offense is too complicated for mere mortals to understand. Such is the case with Rich Rod's wristbands. Combine the wristbands with gloves, as Rich Rod occasionally does, and Rich Rod looks like Barry Bonds up to bat in the final years of his career. It's as if he halfway expects for his own quarterback to try to bean him while he's standing on the sideline -- Varsity Blues style -- and needs the wrist, hand, and arm protections to stave off a broken nose.

In two years, when his disastrous era finally ends, Michigan fans are going to look at pictures of Rich Rod covered in layers of apparel to keep him warm on the sidelines, staring quizzically at his wristbands while wearing mittens and think -- how did we ever hire this guy?

Steve Spurrier's visor at South Carolina

If Spurrier had retired from coaching at the end of the 2001 season, the visor would have become the second most iconic headgear -- after Bear Bryant's houndstooth cap -- in the history of college football.

But after several years of losing football games in South Carolina, the visor has a different feel. Gone is the country club domination, the sense that Spurrier plays by different rules than you or I. Now you get the sense that Spurrier's visor suggests he'd rather be golfing, retired from college football and all the trials and tribulations of ending his career with a quarterback like Stephen Garcia.

It's the headgear of a man who has already checked out of the employment line.

Urban Meyer's absent chin at Florida

The absent chin is a huge evolutionary advantage. While other coaches are sleeping, Urban Meyer is able to emerge from his coffin late at night and suck the marrow of small children without his chin getting in the way.

Bret Bielema's windbreaker at Wisconsin

Bielema is the anti-Rich Rod. The guy coaches in Wisconsin and always shows up in the windbreaker, like he's up early on a private yacht headed for Bermuda. Snow flakes are falling, people are dying of hypothermia in the stands, and Bielema rolls up the sleeves on the windbreaker so his bare Viking arms are exposed to the elements.

This is a man who is made for his team.

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