Mike Wilpolt - Cleveland Gladiators Head Coach

Cleveland Gladiators Head Coach

In week 1, Wilpolt coached the Gladiators to a 61-49 victory against the New York Dragons in his first game as the team's head coach. After their stunning victory over New York, Wilpolt led his team to a 66-63 victory over the Utah Blaze. The following week, the Gladiators defeated the defending National Conference Champion Columbus Destroyers 66-63. After losing three consecutive games, the Gladiators defeated the Los Angeles Avengers 83-69. In just seven games, Wilpolt had doubled the number of wins the Gladiators had in 2007.

2008 Schedule
Opponent Date Score W-L †
vs. New York Dragons March 3, 2008 Won 61-49 4-4
vs. Utah Blaze March 9, 2008 Won 66-63 0-8
at Columbus Destroyers March 15, 2008 Won 59-57 2-5
at New Orleans March 21, 2008 Lost 24-63 6-2
BYE WEEK Week 5
at Dallas Desperados April 5, 2008 Lost 51-58 7-0
vs. Colorado Crush April 11, 2008 Lost 66-69 3-4
at Los Angeles Avengers April 19, 2008 Won 83-69 3-5
at New York Dragons April 26, 2008 0-0 4-4
vs. Philadelphia Soul May 2, 2008 0-0 7-0
vs. Orlando Predators May 9, 2008 0-0 6-2
at Colorado Crush May 17, 2008 0-0 3-4
at Tampa Bay Storm May 23, 2008 0-0 2-5
vs. Dallas Desperados May 31, 2008 0-0 7-0
vs. Chicago Rush June 7, 2008 0-0 5-2
at Philadelphia Soul June 14, 2008 0-0 7-0
vs. Columbus Destroyers June 21, 2008 0-0 2-5

† Signifies opponent's won-lost record for the 2008 season

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