Is that Robert E. Lee Pruitt up at the Campanile at lights out blowing taps for Charles Weis?
I see tears running down his cheeks in the moonlight as he pauses and turns the megaphone away from the Union and toward Memorial Stadium to blow another round of Taps.
Finally, Pruitt finishes and wipes his tears away on his khaki shirt sleeve and walks into the darkness from there to eternity.
Some came running, but they were all Blue Devil ball carriers, not Jayhawks.
The beating never stopped. Duke just ran out of time. KU was saved from death by a whistle.
Last season Coach Weis fired himself as offensive coordinator for poor offensive performance.
This season he has to fire himself as head coach for hiring John Reagan as offensive coordinator and for not changing defensive coordinators.
Or perhaps he will have to fire Sheahon Zenger for hiring him.
This is anything but a merry month of May for Coach Weis; this is like going to the widow maker without a pistol. There is a touch of danger to this season of one long and endless ice cream headache.
It gets to be a thin red line about who to fire.
It's lonely at the top.
Even with the $3.5 M bones per year.
(Note: this is jaybatean 1.0 literary sense and nonsense.)