Oh, you gotta love this

Bonnie Richardson's day at the Texas 1A state title track meet reminds me of the old story of the Texas cattle town that called in the Texas Rangers to stop a shoot-'em-up chaos that had spiraled out of control for days without a break. The mayor and other town worthies stood on the train station platform, waiting with desperate eagerness as the train that was supposed to be bringing the Rangers pulled in. The train stopped, and out stopped one single gentleman of phlegmatic mien, wearing a brightly-polished star on his chest. And then the train pulled on out of the station.

The mayor, rather in a state of shock from disappointment and disbelief, walked up to the bestarred gentleman. "Are you a Texas Ranger?"

"Yessir, I am."

The mayor was sick with frustration. "You mean to tell me they only sent us one Ranger?"

The Ranger looked the mayor calmly in the eye. "Well, ain't there just th' one riot?"

And now the modern-day version:

"You mean Rochelle only sent one track-and-field athlete?"

"Well, ain't there just th' one track meet?"