…football coaches is a dime a dozen…inflation is running wild…
Monroe D. Underwood
That evening I said Suicide Lewisite will be coaching in the National Football League next season.
Brandy glanced up.
She said who told you that?
I said Suicide Lewisite.
Brandy said Suicide Lewisite is a little man in a big hurry.
I said well he don’t seem so little when he’s standing on your toe.
Brandy said Suicide Lewisite will be extremely fortunate if he’s working on the Radish River garbage truck next season.
I said the sonofabitch must weigh two-fifty.
Brandy said the Cranberry Creek game was his first victory in three years.
I said the trouble is he never seems to realize that he’s standing on your toe.
Brandy said Suicide Lewisite couldn’t coach horses to eat hay.
I said he just stands there and stands there and stands there.
Brandy said that’s enough Purdue.
I said well if he’s such a bum how come he’s coaching your football team?
Brandy said it’s my football team in theory only.
She said and for no longer than through the coming weekend.
She said by then it’ll all be over and we’ll be out of here.
She said for better or hearse.