God Speed to good old Eddie Sutton
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 9:47 amOld Eddie is battling demons, folks. Demons that reside at the bottom of glasses, flasks and mason jars. Demons that can lead you to excessive libations.
It reminds me of the demons that plagued me on Hilltop, the Demons that drove me to make a habit of getting drunk with Mickey's liquor and good timing with the ladies of Ft. Worth. Many nights, I awoke on the banks of the Trinity with two purple vixens draped over me like so many blankets...and the smell of alcohol and fornication all around us. Was it wrong to forsake the comfort of Hilltop sorority sisters.
Hell Yes....and I feel like a heretic to this day for forsaking my sisters...
But those froggies made it so damned easy....
Yes, folks, I dealt with these purple demons for years. And, I was an easy target. Because, afterall, the ladies at TCU were easy pickings, always willing to take a few steps up the ladder and engage in roughhousing with a Stallion from the East banks of the Trinity...yes, I preyed on these vulnerable girls, not out of anything more sinister than lust and accessibility.
These are the same demons that haunt Mr. Sutton, in a way. Afterall, it's much easier to just pick up the bottle and swig it on down. Much harder to turn it away and request an ice team.
A solid analogy....no. But, the point is clear - just as I finally had to get over my habit of taking the easy road to pleasure, so too must old Eddie Sutton.
It reminds me of the demons that plagued me on Hilltop, the Demons that drove me to make a habit of getting drunk with Mickey's liquor and good timing with the ladies of Ft. Worth. Many nights, I awoke on the banks of the Trinity with two purple vixens draped over me like so many blankets...and the smell of alcohol and fornication all around us. Was it wrong to forsake the comfort of Hilltop sorority sisters.
Hell Yes....and I feel like a heretic to this day for forsaking my sisters...
But those froggies made it so damned easy....
Yes, folks, I dealt with these purple demons for years. And, I was an easy target. Because, afterall, the ladies at TCU were easy pickings, always willing to take a few steps up the ladder and engage in roughhousing with a Stallion from the East banks of the Trinity...yes, I preyed on these vulnerable girls, not out of anything more sinister than lust and accessibility.
These are the same demons that haunt Mr. Sutton, in a way. Afterall, it's much easier to just pick up the bottle and swig it on down. Much harder to turn it away and request an ice team.
A solid analogy....no. But, the point is clear - just as I finally had to get over my habit of taking the easy road to pleasure, so too must old Eddie Sutton.