A while back, I made a deal with Gerry Spence’s Trial Lawyers College. In exchange for my plugging his upcoming world tour, I would get his cowboy hat and buckskin coat. I never thought they would go for it, but they did. So, I kept my word.
The hat came pretty quickly, but the venerable buckskin coat, well, not so much. It took a while, with alt headlines of “All Hat, No Cattle” and “Welching in Wyoming” (courtesy of TLC’s Scott Trimble, who has a gift for headlines) spinning in my head. But then, coat finally arrived.
Remember Jon Voight as Joe Buck in Midnight Cowboy, the only x-rated movie to win the Academy Award for Best Picture?
Meet Midday Cowboy.*
* Because I don’t like staying up too late. I get sleepy.
While a comparison like this will no doubt be used as fodder by the likes of Mary Anne Franks, whose latest passive-aggressive attack is calling me a “pervert blogger” (you can’t make this stuff up), to “prove” I’m a wannabe x-rated movie star, unhinged misogynist and rape apologist, that’s the price I pay for having a sense of humor.