Does anyone besides me think that Bobby Petrino should be THANKFUL THAT HIS HEAD WASN'T RIPPED OFF? No one is mentioning this. He should also be thankful that:
1) His mistress got off without a scratch, and
2) His entire face wasn't scrapped off (later to be unveiled live w/ Ophra as part of her continued effort to raise awareness about the dangers of pet monkeys and motorcycles).
This is a modern day miracle, people! What disturbs me most is that this guy didn't deserve it. He couldn't handle his hog, he was riding without a helmet, and he was endangering a passenger! Perhaps he also neglected to tell police that he'd been showing off to his girlfriend by juggling lighted cans of Sterno. "Look Jess, no hands!"
Getting fired and called out on an affair are REALLY SMALL potatoes compared to what might have befallen this red-faced, neck-braced, idiot who now admits to having made “bad decisions.”
I love that buzzword for high-profile philanderers who are busted and forced to confess. Bad decisions. It’s as if these guys receive life-or-death proposals and are pressured to give instantaneous “yes” or “no” answers—only to regret it later. It can happen to anyone, right?
For example, one day, a man in a tuxedo walks into Bobby Petrino’s office, holds a gun to Bobby’s head (for some reason, while sitting at his desk, Bobby is wearing his motorcycle helmet) and says, “There’s a 25-year old, blonde, athletic chick who wants a job, $20k, and your body. Is it a deal, or isn’t it?”
Bobby hears the gun cock against his helmet and thinks, “If sound travels through my helmet, perhaps bullets can too,” and a second later screams, “Yes! It’s a deal.”
Bad decisions. They happen every day.
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