the stone barracudas
We're moving closer to Groundhog's Day, and I regret to announce that this year, unlike the last 10 years, I will not be donning a groundhog's suit to celebrate. Nor will I be digging, by hand, a four-foot deep trench in the tundra from which to pop out of at the anointed time. And I definitely will not be doing 'The Humpty Dance' should I happen to look down and fail to see my shadow upon popping out of said trench.
I think I've grown up, folks. Though all of the above sounds like great fun to me, I do believe that part of my life is over. How it get started in the first place, I don't know. You'd think I would have learned to avoid nonsense such as this after high school and the 'stone barracuda incident.'
It happened during my sophomore year. Being a huge booster of high school sports in general, I decided I would make the best costume ever to celebrate my school's teams. I chose the boys basketball team's season-opener to unveil my design. I worked on this costume for months, starting on it the last day of ninth-grade. I worked on it all summer and into the fall.
Finally, the big day came. I donned my outfit and trotted off to my high school gymnasium at a brisk pace. I was greeted by a good friend at the door and he gave me this look like I was crazy.
"What the hell kind of outfit is that?" he asked.
I looked down at myself proudly, stretched out my arms and the gray papier-mache dorsal fins covering them and said, "My friend, are we or are we not 'The Stone Barracudas?' "
"We're not," he said.
"Oh," I said.
From there, let's just say it was a long night, which went on to turn into an extremely long year.
I still say we should have called ourselves The Stone Barracudas.
I think I've grown up, folks. Though all of the above sounds like great fun to me, I do believe that part of my life is over. How it get started in the first place, I don't know. You'd think I would have learned to avoid nonsense such as this after high school and the 'stone barracuda incident.'
It happened during my sophomore year. Being a huge booster of high school sports in general, I decided I would make the best costume ever to celebrate my school's teams. I chose the boys basketball team's season-opener to unveil my design. I worked on this costume for months, starting on it the last day of ninth-grade. I worked on it all summer and into the fall.
Finally, the big day came. I donned my outfit and trotted off to my high school gymnasium at a brisk pace. I was greeted by a good friend at the door and he gave me this look like I was crazy.
"What the hell kind of outfit is that?" he asked.
I looked down at myself proudly, stretched out my arms and the gray papier-mache dorsal fins covering them and said, "My friend, are we or are we not 'The Stone Barracudas?' "
"We're not," he said.
"Oh," I said.
From there, let's just say it was a long night, which went on to turn into an extremely long year.
I still say we should have called ourselves The Stone Barracudas.
posted by Citizen at 6:54 AM
4 Comments:
A truly moving tail. . .
or is it tale?
Let's go with tail.
Thanks, Voix! You know me; eternally swimming against the tide.
:-)
Wait...not the StonED Barracudas?
No, I don't 'think the school board would have approved that.
But if I ever start a motorcycle gang -- and start smoking weed -- that name will be at the very top of our list of prospective names!
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