Landon: Where Do We Draw the Line?

Where do we draw the line? That's the question that keeps popping up in my mind like a VH-1 video. Where do we draw the line? I thought I knew. I thought that a football coach knocking a fan unconscious was over the line.

I thought that a football coach throwing a childish temper tantrum and tearing up a press box booth was over the line. I thought that a football coach trying to blame everybody but the night janitor for his own lack of self-control was over the line.

But, now, I'm told the janitor made the coach feel unsafe by the threatening way he was sweeping up.

Hmmm. There goes that line again.

I thought I knew where it was drawn until I witnessed an absolutely mind-boggling display of sympathy for Miami Coach Jon Wauford. But, now, the national media's stance on this controversy tells me that Marshall fan Robert Flaugher was clearly to blame for getting in the way of Wauford's forearm.

Miami defensive coordinator John Wauford

The only person who is more to blame is Marshall Athletic Director Bob "Kayo" Marcum for not bringing in the Kent State detachment of the National Guard to help with crowd control.

See how blurry the line is getting?

We've got a lot of re-thinking to do, folks.

We've got to teach our children that it's OK to attack anyone, even an innocent bystander, as long as we're frustrated enough and the bystander is in the vicinity.

Here's the excuse, kids.

"He shouldn't have been there in the first place, because he knew I was emotionally unstable."

Isn't it wonderful not to be held responsible for your own actions? Isn't it cathartic? Imagine being able to do anything you want whenever you want to whomever you want and not be held accountable.

Is this a great world we're living in or what?

I am so grateful that the national media has shown me the error of my upbringing. No more acting civil. No more respect for my fellow man. No more accountability, responsibility or culpability.

I am cleansed from all "bilities."

No more self-control. I can't wait. Now, I can have road-rage 24 hours a day. Even when I'm not driving.

Now, I can do an internet search, find the names and addresses of those jerks who have been sending nasty e-mails and beat them soundly about the head and shoulders with their very own monitors. Scanners optional.

Now, I can attend a sporting event and dare somebody to take my name in vain. Comment on one of my articles at your own risk, readers. I won't be held libel or liable.

Wauford, Miami's enlightening job of spin-doctoring the controversy and the national media's stance that any fan setting foot on a field of competition forfeits all moral and legal rights has changed everything.

If you're big enough, strong enough and frustrated enough, it's OK to bludgeon anybody. Especially that nerd standing on your right. Doesn't his breathing just annoy the hell out of you?

Deck him.

It's his fault for breathing.

Imagine being a Pit Bull on two legs.

That's what Jon Wauford was last Tuesday night. He snapped. That's why he reportedly kept mumbling, "I don't know why I did that, I don't know why I did that," as he rode in the backseat of the West Virginia State Police cruiser.

And, now, we're supposed to believe Wauford was merely a victim of Marshall's poor game management? A victim of his environment, as it were?

That's preposterous.

The liberal national media can bleed its heart out. Me? I've drawn the line and it's going to stay drawn.

Miami should fire Wauford, but pay for anger management counseling. Hoeppner should be placed on probation with the understanding that another incident will be grounds for termination. And Miami should be reprimanded by the Mid-American Conference for handling this controversy in such a spineless manner.

Anything less is moral decay.

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