You've seen this one, but wow does it not get old watching that trash can kid catch one in the grill. We admire Tyrone, and want to be friends with him. At the bar, sometimes we get drunk, and we mouth off to the bartender. We only do it because we miss the woman that left us. Then, as the bartender's girlfriend is coming down from his stool at the video poker machine to make us hurt, we mouth Tyrone's name. "Help, Tyrone," we say, right before the first blow falls. But Tyrone never shows.