I don’t post this lightly, and I don’t post it with any joy.
Scott Goodale deserves real credit for what he’s done here. He took Rutgers wrestling from an afterthought to a program that mattered. He brought grit, toughness, and belief. For years, the RAC was a place you wanted to be—loud, hostile, and proud. We’ve all held our tongues through disappointment because those home duals felt like Rutgers again.
But at some point, effort and identity stop being enough.
We’ve hit a ceiling, and we’ve been there for a while. We don’t break through at NCAAs. We don’t convert momentum into sustained national relevance. We don’t take the next step—and year after year, we convince ourselves that being “close” is progress. It isn’t anymore.
What’s worse is that the passion is gone. The edge is gone. Match day doesn’t feel special. When you’re charging fans to park just to walk into a half-empty building and watch a program spinning its wheels, something is broken. That gritty, blue-collar Rutgers wrestling vibe? It’s been nickel-and-dimed out of existence, and the energy has gone with it.
This isn’t about disrespect. It’s about honesty.
There’s a scene in Gran Torino where Clint Eastwood’s character realizes that holding on—doing things the old way, by force of will alone—only delays the inevitable. The most meaningful thing he can do is step aside so something better can emerge. Knowing when to walk away is its own kind of strength.
Scott built this program. That matters. But building it and leading it forward are no longer the same thing.
Sometimes the most Rutgers thing you can do is recognize when the fight requires new blood, new ideas, and new urgency.
Thank you for what you’ve done, Coach. Now do the hardest thing—step down so Rutgers wrestling can move forward.