The moment news broke of Bobby Petrino’s firing from the University of Arkansas, I knew what had to be done…some fun with Cool Edit (my audio editing software)!

But before the fun, some legitimate copy. 

There’s an awful lot of “BRAVO!” going around for Arkansas and Athletic Director Jeff Long, as if this was a real tough call.  Gimme a break.  We’re not just talking about an affair and a cover-up, a pair of indiscretions that I am sure the University would have found a way to discipline in a manner that did not include termination.  After all, the dude was rockin’ a 21-5 record over his last two seasons.  Hey, I don’t like it either, but that’s the way it is…not just in sports, but everywhere.  Second chances are abundant in the midst of production.  

But Petrino just couldn’t help but allow his cup to overflow with hubris.  The bonehead hired his mistress!  The guy’s gross professional misconduct rescued Long and the University from any deliberation over his punishment.  The clown fired himself.  So let’s hold the applause over doing the right thing.  They did the only thing they could.

As for Petrino, I’m not real surprised.  It’s not as though he was sporting pristine character when he was hired.  I’m more befuddled by the behavior of his 25-year-old mistress, Jessica Dorrell.  What the heck is this chick thinkin’?  What, your fiancé wasn’t doin’ it for you anymore?  Okay, fine.  But the guy you just had to have was a married father of four, twice your age?  Solid. 

But just like Arkansas, who chose to ignore Petrino’s character when they hooked up with him, both Bobby and Dorrell will find some other suckers to give them a chance down the road.  Not the school, not the players, not the fans…the victims of Petrino’s and Dorrell’s little dalliance are Becky Petrino (the Mrs.) and her four children.  We all make mistakes, but from where I stand, there is no greater crime against the ones you purport to love than to say to them, you’re not motivation enough to be a better man.

All right, onto the fun.  As this whole affair, motorcycle crash, and termination storyline unfolded, I couldn’t help but be reminded of that great Shangri-Las tune “Leader of the Pack:”