I try and give folks not just the benefit of the doubt, but also a few opportunities to make good on showing me who they really are. I give them all the rope they'd need, as they're adults and can make up their own minds. Most people don't ever get to the end of that line. But once you've reached it, once it's well around your neck and the rope is fast becoming taught with your legs dangling, well, that's when I start to get petty.
I'm nice until I'm absolutely not, and the switch ain't happening due to my side of the relationship.
That's why, after the colossal bullshittery caused by MotoGP's Jorge Martin and his manager, Albert Valera, over the last six months about whether or not they'd be breaking his contract with Aprilia, and subsequently now deciding to return to the team next season, I'd kill his contract at the end of the year, but not tell him until the final race. I mean, he just said he has no regrets over how he's conducted himself in this whole saga, even though MotoGP fans had basically turned on him every time a new point of order arose from his camp.
