CHARLESTON, W.Va. -- Watching what went down this week between West Virginia University and its head football coach reminded me of a long-ago lesson in being careful what you ask for.
It began with a boy's tantrum. And it wasn't even a real one.
My dad had the crazy idea that he'd like some pizza, so he and my mom gathered us in the car for some takeout.
Somehow, I got it into my head that his order was for him and Mom.
Maybe it was the toppings.
I mean, I liked pizza, but just plain cheese. And I wasn't particularly hankering for pizza, anyway.
Yet, for some reason, I thought it would be funny to raise a ruckus about it, mock kicking and howling that I wanted some.
I thought my caricature of a spoiled child would amuse them. Surely, they'd see the humor in that, right?
(Believe me, in our family, fits of pique never got past the initial crying stage, if you know what I'm saying.)
Well, like all gags that go on too long, this one began to grate on its audience, so much so that by the time the car pulled into the driveway, Dad no longer wanted his treat.
He sat me down with his order and was going to watch me eat.
I don't think I've ever enjoyed eating a slice of pizza less in my entire life.
This lesson sprung to mind as I watched the machinations behind the selection of a successor to WVU football coach Bill Stewart.