Musketeer Madness

Like gum on a shoe, like the fly that won't stop buzzing around your head, no matter what we do, no matter that the guy changes schools, no matter that there is no scheduled game, BeelzeBob returns to the scene.

I'm going to start drinking Molotov Cocktails today. By Thursday, I'll be spitting up gasoline, if I don't spontaneously combust first.

Let's crush his dreams- like a fly with a flyswatter.

I can see a hooded MOR in his candle-lit basement, throwing darts at photos of Huggins and O'Neill that have been splattered with goat's blood.

No need to throw anything at O'Neill. He's already spontaneously combusted.

He's gone, taking a talented Arizona team and driving it right into the Grand Canyon. Lute will be back next year. O'Neill will wind up on the bench of an NBA team as a glorified go-fer.

Amazing that a guy like O'Neill, who is the only "High Profile" Coach with a sub .500 career coaching record, gets so much run.