Not sure what set Jeff Fisher off, but something made him mad enough to duck off the side for a moment of Sylvia Plath-like quiet despair on the sideline.
FIsher's a pro. He's been at this while. You can tell because he gets a drink BEFORE tossing the cup. Gotta stay hydrated.
Serious bonus points for the drill and ceremony precision he uses to dump the cup then throw it to the ground.
You admire him for his coaching ability. You respect him for his devoted Calvinist approach to work.