Somebody used the phrase on Phog.net this week to describe Xavier Henry’s apparently slippery commitment to play for Kansas. I’ve never heard it before, and I love it.

If it’s new to you to, it means something has devolved into a total clusterfuck. Or as Urban Dictionary says, “the most polite term used by aviation people (and others in higher risk situations) to describe a scenario that requires about 100 things to go right at once if you intend to walk away from it.”

The phrase leaves me with a mental image of rodeo grounds in ruins, the ground thick with wandering, bleating goats, and a rodeo clown, sitting mud-covered in the center, crying.

Like all good band names, it’s been taken.