Ed Henry's 659 word essay on how he came to be bitch-slapped by the president is actually pretty enlightening but not in the manner that Ed thinks. Describing himself as a quarterback, thinking quick on his feet, the pep talk from that grizzled veteran Blitzer. The whole thing is just incredibly juvenile and pathetic.
Ed Henry was apparently always picked last for dodge-ball when he was a kid. Now he's going to use his position as White House correspondent to play out some psycho-drama wherein he gets to lead the school to the state title and get carried off on David Gregory and Helen Thomas' shoulders. Or something.
For the record, I won back to back state titles in lacrosse in my high school days. I think that's why I'm so well-adjusted.