"Now, Bill" Jody tells me, "you got to remember something when you go to grab that frog tonight - You're not petting that frog," he says. "You're not slapping that frog. You got to..." He presses his lips together, searching for something that will illustrate his point. His eye comes to rest on an empty coffee cup in the truck's holder. "You got to grab that frog." As he speaks, a large right fist shoots out, seizing and crushing the Styrofoam cup so quickly and completely that it basically explodes inside the cab. The noise alone is extraordinary.