More News From Big L on the High Plains

     I went and peeped into that Smithy in Lubbock, because I could not believe the smith was making an iron chicken.  Sure enough, he has already made 962 iron feathers, and is welding them all over that six foot tall chicken.   At least, it looks like a chicken.  If that’s what it is, it’s the biggest, meanest-looking chicken I ever saw.

     He must be going to use it to peck those dairy cattle on the Chick Fil A commercials, so I guess it needs to be big and mean.  I never could understand why that advertising agency expects us to believe those cows are smart enough to make signs and hold them up, but they are still too dumb to spell “Eat more chicken”!  We’re supposed to believe that a cow can get some poster board and paint and brushes together and make signs but can’t spell “more”.  Or they’re smart enough to turn on just the lights in a building that spell “Eat mor chik’n.”  No wonder the blacksmith wants to peck them.

     I still wonder if that muscular smith may be building a Chicken Little.  Somebody really needs to warn Ole Tom-Tom to watch his Clyde.  That big sky out in Lubbock has a habit of falling on football coaches.  Course, I think Ole Tom-Tom is safe---you have to win games to get suddenly fired at Texas Tech.  Tom-Tom is taking the team right back into the safe, comfortable level of mediocrity the administration desires.  Tech Exes are putting away their Tech golf shirts and caps.  Things are getting back like they were, when they’d rather folks not know where they went to school.  It’s embarrassing.