Dig Me, I'm Al Pacino

Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in.

No, not La Cosa Nostra. The Republicans. Tomatoes, tah-mah-toes.

I got a call over the weekend from an old friend of mine that I used to work with on my first congressional campaign. We started within a couple of weeks together and since we were the newbies, we got to be good friends. He moved on to a job with the state party and is now a regional coordinator with Governor Perry's re-election campaign.

He called me on Sunday to give advance notice of a press conference the governor was having and to see if I would be able to attend and provide crowd support. As much as I wanted to catch up on old times, I couldn't get away from work for a long lunch hour. That's the official line anyway.

You see, late last year, the same friend called wondering if I was interested in a similar job with the governor's campaign staff. At the time, Senator Hutchison was still undecided about taking on the governor in the primary battle to end all primary battles. As I would have openly supported KBH's candidacy, I felt morally obligated not to apply for the job.

Don't get too excited. I'm still a Republican. And a republican.

Oh, but the funniest part about the phone call. I told my friend Brian about my opportunity. He suggested that I should attend the press conference and he'd call me on my cell phone at the most opportune time.

You see, the ringer on my cell phone is an audio recording of Governor Perry's infamous "Adios, mofo" from a couple of months ago.

So the next time you hear somebody calling you a mofo, it's probably my cell phone. But look around for the governor.