Got a friend that owns a restaurant in Wrightsville Beach, NC. Jim Cantore was there because a storm was off the coast. Anyway, he rang up a major tab with his entourage and skipped out on the bill. Said the dude was a major asshat. Cantore is the Wrightsville Beach version of Lebron in Jackson.
They said beforehand that there were paramedics in the floor of the canyon. I thought "for what? To throw a sheet over the hole he would make at terminal velocity?"
In my head, i kept seeing the coyote falling and that whistling sound in the old Looney Toons Roadrunner cartoons. Then the splat and small cloud of dust when he hit bottom.