Long, long, long ago when I was at best a so-so right fielder (and that ought to be the first clue) for the Badgers in Little League, I was at bat in a tense 9th inning on a tie game. I was told to just stand motionless at the plate (since the bases were loaded). The nervous pitcher got the count to 2-2 and then struck me with an errant throw. So, I was the guy who got the RBI for the hugh Badger win.
I think the analogy with BHO is self-evident.
Whoops! Error in prior post. The count was 2-0 when the errant pitch hit me. I never took a chop at the ball and didn’t even fake a bunt.
Spot on!
Just as with any team sport. My girl’s soccer team does a fist bump or whatever as a group after a goal. Most of the times it starts with a good defensive play.
And enough about how great and patient these scum-bag idiot terrorists are. We were developing Intel since 2003 on these particular couriers, etc. We can be patient as well.
You can run, but you’ll just die tired.