it’s been a half an hour or more, and I’m still Giggling about it….
So, for a change, I thought I’d sit at one of the kajillion sport bars that, crazy enough, seem to overrun this redneck backwood district that I’m currently ‘doin’ time’ in. Apparently it was after the first quarter of the ‘Hawks Warhol Moment at the Superbowl, and I stepped out the back for a ‘butt’, but mostly to get the circulation flowing in my behind again. Believe it or not, I do not ‘get’ football. Not going into anymore detail than that, cuz that’s a whole ‘nother blog (‘rant’) for another time. I was there for the WiFi so I could get caught up on my classwork and backlog of quizzes before I got dropped from the program (don’t ask- yet another post). and it ‘Just Happened To Be’ SuperBowl Sunday, where ‘our’ ‘Hawks just happen to be a Competitor. So, after I did two turns round the small building, I stopped at the corner cuz a trio of fellas had stepped out the door for the same reason I had, at a moment I can only ‘ASSuME’ musta been void of action on the tube.
The 3 were talking excitedly, going over all the details, the volume of their conversation rising with their growing exuberance -bouncing in place like elementary school boys waiting in line for the bathroom. One young man actually said outloud what I had been thinking- that it had all the makings of being Christmas morning here in this state… minus the tree, presents and a FatMan dressed in red.
Our ‘FatMen’ were dressed in ‘Steel Blue‘ & ‘Neon Green‘. And there were 12 of them. 😉
And then it happened so fast, my head is still spinnin’!
I have to say, here, that I’m Certain that the man (the now, very ‘Sorry’ man) was only Trying to be funny, but will Never- and I mean Never, Ever make that same mistake again for the rest of his days, cuz in a very low tone, with a smirk on his lips, he very plainly said “Go Broncs”. Nothing flamboyant, aggressive or even loud. The previous prattle stopped as suddenly and Silently as if Maxwell Smart’s ‘Cone of Silence’ had fallen on our little Shire.
It was if I was watching a 10-second extremely well-rehearsed, precision-scripted mini play that deserved a standing ovation…. from here to just-this-side of the Colorado State line. for at that moment, only a hummingbird had a chance to have a heartbeat, when the aforementioned man’s companions each grabbed one of his arms and drug him backwards down the asphalt ramp and threw him in the lake!
Oh- guess I forgot to mention a few things that you, My Friend, are smart enough to’ve worked out for yourself! But the Moral of this story is….. (insert your own ‘snarky’ remark here, cuz right now, i just cant see that there’d be even one possible to NOT be appropriate at this moment!)
Final note: thought you’d enjoy knowing that I overheard the very SAME wet man admit making a similar blunder that involved the ‘Niner’s’, only he didn’t hafta go home wet….. imagine that. 😉
Do I even need to say that, DukkSheit Happens….. Somewhere….. Everyday….. to someone. But for just this one time- it didn’t happen to Me!