Agghhh  Let me have a drink… Mmmm Scotch… My fave!

Oh look my fat and ugly son Sean is on t.v.  Coaching MY Team…. Coaching MY 800 and beyond victories.  That ugly little bastard… I never loved him.

Ohhh  looks like little Mr. Scotch glass isn’t full enough.  Better fill that up to the brim…  There we go.

Oh hell is the phone ringing?  Well Pick it up then, I don’t care.  Shit someone about a coaching offer?  Oh it’s a lady!

Debra Gore-Mann?  No just call me Eddie… How you doin’ baby?  A coaching gig?  No I don’t care about that… How about you and I go out for a drink?  San Fransisco?  Never been there… Had some Rice-a-Roni… that shits awful.  You guys really eat that?  Oh.

Basketball right.  I like to coach.  No, I have 1000 wins.  Yeah, I did some coaching before Creighton. 

Fine!  I’ll take the damn job, but I need some guarantees.

• All the Scotch I can drink
• Co-Eds… Lots of them
• Money of course.
• A bowl of M and M’s with all of the red ones removed… Those are the devils candy
• A pot bellied pig for a pet
• Three cooked lobsters
• and what the hell, How about some of the Rice-a-Roni Shit

That work for you?  Okay I’ll see you on Friday at Weber State.