Golf course pesticides. Contraindications in prescriptions. Early onset dementia due to job stress. All of these might explain why Ty Willingham would, for an instant, believe he was Warren St. John.
But the real outrage is that Notre Dame fired a man with such exemplary penmanship. Does no one have standards anymore? Even in his madness, Tee Time Ty writes with the curlicues and flow of classical scholar limning the erratic, lacy path of greatness. You can see that he's a molder of men just from the handwriting. Let's see Charlie Weis' chicken scratch in comparison--we're betting it's palsied in comparison.
We're weeping at how beautiful that is. Tito, hand me a tissue.