'nother thing.
i see ol' wes over on his site self-flagellating over the sins of baylor. or rather, offering us up for flagellation, as is his wont. seems every time someone get his nuts in a crack we have to pay. i'm getting to where, when i see somebody has done something wrong, i find myself on my knees on the mat, crying: 'hit me. no, harder. i must paaaay.'
what is it with him? doesn't he realize you can't do that every time? you'll lose your focus. i learned timing when i was a kid. when we'd get into rock fights with other kids, at some point i'd pick up two rocks. throw the first one high in a looping arc. the other boys would look at that rock and laugh. 'what do you expect to hit with that lob, dork?' while they looked at the first rock and laughed, i'd throw the second one. that only works one time, i learned. save it for when you need it. with wes it seems like his once-poignant message is becoming a laugher. ol' wes again. diluted and deluded. at some point you begin to wonder if maybe it's he who's in need of some headbolt retorquing.