Have you ever been so miserable at a job that you just stopped caring? It wouldn’t be hard to imagine Lane Kiffin reaching that point right now: you got blown out by Denver in the season opener, and your owner is a senile old coot who probably smells of menthol and Old Spice and tried to get you to resign in the off-season.
Maybe he’s already there. The SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE has Exhibit A: Kiffin washing his hands of the defense and their lack of blitzes (three all game) in their 41-14 bashing by the Broncos. According to Kiffin, the defense is handled by his coordinator Rob Ryan and walking corpse Al Davis, and he has little to no input in it: