Shirking modesty, I would like to announce that in 2002 I did just about the coolest thing anyone has ever done. I wrote an essay about it. Click on the man with the plunger stuck to his head to download and read that essay.
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(Because the essay is closely based on a real event, I have blotted out any sensitive names that do appear, thereby avoiding unnecessary weirdness).
Enjoy.
- clintclintclintclint
- A man of great distinction, prone to swapping desserts in the place of meals, stuck in an era he was never part of in the first place, a tall drink of water, sticks out like a sore thumb, tries really hard not to laugh at bathroom humor but fails.
11 comments:
If that is true, I might agree that was the coolest thing anyone has ever done. At least in respect to Mt. View. Oh, and don't you find that to be a coincidence that the person's name you blotted out is Blotty?
oh it's true alright. and the fact that Blotty is such galant soul only enhances the tale.
So, I seriously almost peed my pants. Although your essay took longer then the five minutes to read that you promised, it was worth every second. Those jocks seems eerily familiar to the jocks I went to high school with. I can just picture them all at their ten year reunion in the same garb. Poor guys, those were there glory days. It reminds me of a phrase I have heard before, "I will buy and sell you..."
You better get an A for this one.
Clint, I'm glad you married Angela. Thanks for the laugh.
This just makes one more reason why I morn over the fact that my children will go to Mt. View. Hopefully there will be more kids like you and Angela and more jocks like Mr. Blotty by the time my girls get there. Otherwise I might have to revolt.
I remember that day you wore that jersey, but I was unfamiliar with your encounter with the muscle mob. I remember thinking it hysterical when you were walking around with it. It is even funnier reading it from your first hand experience.
Seriously? I was so naive I had no idea that some guys were so mean. I was too busy worrying about who was backstabbing whom in the telenovela.
I am happy to report, though, that the jocks I went to high school with reached their peak Senior year and have been doing a slow decline ever since. At my 10-year reunion baseball caps had been replaced with shiny, bald heads and former six-packed abs had exploded to some sort of hot air balloon. I'm just glad you made it out of there alive to reprise the role of Gisela in the Spanish 3 soap opera.
Oh wow! I am dying! One question, are the numbers in the essay correct?? It would make it 10 times funnier if you would reveal them! Haha!
that would make it funnier. yet only in one instance does a number in the story correspond to a number worn by an actual former mountain view toro. but that's only because i don't remember danny salus's actual number.
That was 5 mins. of pure entertainment! Thanks!
being that you just told me that so great story in san diego, i am going to have to take partial credit for the inspiration to write the essay (as well as partial credit for your choice in wife, since i babysat her long before you knew her...) but really, so glad you wrote that down, loved reading it, i give you an 'A+'. -your favorite cousin ever
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