President Bush and I sat down at the table to study for our debate thursday night with John Kerry. As usual, George took the seat against the wall-the one where you could BOTH study and watch TV. And since Monday Night Footbal was on (Redskins-Cowboys no less) I envied both his nimbleness and foresight which gave him such an advantage in our friendship.

“This debate’s on foreign policy? I asked incredulously? “How the hell did you get Kerry to come in the same room with you and debate something he doesn’t know anything about?”

“I’m just gonna let ‘im debate himself.’ said George with a self satisfied smile. “No need to say anything I haven’t been saying for the last few months, no sir.” George looked up from his pad of yellow legal paper and briefly watched the Redskins score another touchdown. “Kerry’s had more positions on Iraq than a west Texas prarie dog has holes.” he said. “Gonna be as easy as sweatin’ on a summer sunday.”

“That doesn’t sound like much of a strategy.” I said. “He sounds mad on TV. Maybe he’ll try to come over and beat you up.”

George laughed a little. “That’s where I had my daddy’s good buddy Jimmah Baker outfox those eastern liberal fancy pants. Ole John can’t come out from behind his lectern and approach me like internet boy tried to 4 years ago.”

“Gonna be like shootin’ crappies in a can.”