Once again, coach franksolich places himself in harm's way, in the interests of truth, justice, and the American way. If the LVL were to join forces with goodboy and Pitt, they'd form an evil force of formidable power.
Actually, I was thinking about this last night, but for a different reason.
I was thinking about a job I once had, the best-paying job I ever had, in Omaha, where eight of us were a "team" of supervisors. I was the only outsider, the only one not from Omaha, the only one who hadn't worked his way up the ranks in the company.
The other seven were graduates of Omaha South High School (eastern European derivation, meat-packing families).
God, they were hard people. A rock was foam, compared with them.
Having dealt with graduates of Omaha South High School, even Chief S itting Bull, the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive, would be a piece of cake, much less these three stooges.