There was once a coach named Bellotti
Who covorted with half-his-age hotties
With the divorce papers signed
At the 6th Street Grill he dined....
...OK, I can't think of a decent last line. Not much rhymes with "Bellotti." All I could come up with was "while snorting coke off the potty" and that's just the sort of
reckless rumor mongering that has no place on this squeaky-clean blog.
Of all the times to
NOT have the camera with me.
