It’s been so long since we’ve seen/heard/read anything that Charlie’s actually said that we almost forgot how it feels.  That burning sensation you get as the words filter in and hit your bloodstream, making you feel warm, almost too hot at first, and then you get shivers.  At first you miss it.  Then real life hits you across the head and you damn near forget about it.  But then this comes along, and it all come back to you like the five for five deal at Arbys 3 hours later if you tried to down it with Dr. Pepper and an order of Curly Fries and you forgot the Tums.

So Weis is off to one side, and I walk up and re-introduce myself and congratulate him on going 10-2. And here, from memory, is what he said:

“Listen, it’s a polite thing to say, and politically correct, but if I’m happy with a 10-2 record, I’m going to get fired,” Weis said. “The two losses were not close. We’re not where we want to be. But I’m telling you, with the players we have coming in, including a couple of recruits that nobody knows are going to commit to us, we’re going to be a lot better. A couple of years from now, you are going to remember that we had this conversation tonight.”

“All right,” I said. “I’ll remind you. No, you remind me.”

“I won’t have to,” Weis said. “We’ll just look at each other, and you’ll know.”

You can’t hear tone of voice online. On the screen, Weis might sound arrogant in that exchange. He didn’t in person. He is fixed on a prize, and he intends to claim it.

Shivers.  Like a school girl getting her first note from a boy.  Or like being trapped in a meat locker.

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