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I think it is official--my friends and I kind of suck at put-put. But that makes it better. (Also, whoever was in charge of the music at that place gets points for having a playlist that included Beck and Death Cab.) We kind of really suck at put-put. Really. (I blame the dinosaurus.)
The real story of the night, however unrelated, may be more interesting. You see, seven years ago (I believe it was seven years ago, holy crap), back when I was a freshman, there was this guy I went to school with. I think he was a junior at the time. Good football player. Was on the Sports Machine my sophomore year after catching a totally ridiculous pass off his helmet in the first round of the playoffs. (Prompting some kid from the other team, from just oustide of Cleveland, to tell us to "go back to our farms.") My freshman year, however (which is the only part of this tenuous link that matters), my friend wrote a story about him, in which, for whatever reason, I gave him a swirlie. The teacher later had this story read to him while I tried, by sheer force of will, to become invisible (because I was a tiny freshman and he was not only a junior, but a rather large junior who could crush me).
Today he scored the only touchdown in the Steeler's game. (He has a wikipedia article, and this really amuses me). And my freshman year, I ficticiously gave him a swirlie.
Today, my friends and I no longer have to worry so much about bearing the burden of having to be the person from our high school who's famous. He's got us beat well enough for now. (There was a rumour, for a while, that may still stand, that he's also the only one from my high school to have gone Ivy League, but obviously this is untrue because Penn State is quite different from Penn. So, I win by default because the UofC's as close as we get. Except no one remembers me. Except, perhaps, Isaac Smolko. Because of that vicious, vicious swirlie I gave him.)
The real story of the night, however unrelated, may be more interesting. You see, seven years ago (I believe it was seven years ago, holy crap), back when I was a freshman, there was this guy I went to school with. I think he was a junior at the time. Good football player. Was on the Sports Machine my sophomore year after catching a totally ridiculous pass off his helmet in the first round of the playoffs. (Prompting some kid from the other team, from just oustide of Cleveland, to tell us to "go back to our farms.") My freshman year, however (which is the only part of this tenuous link that matters), my friend wrote a story about him, in which, for whatever reason, I gave him a swirlie. The teacher later had this story read to him while I tried, by sheer force of will, to become invisible (because I was a tiny freshman and he was not only a junior, but a rather large junior who could crush me).
Today he scored the only touchdown in the Steeler's game. (He has a wikipedia article, and this really amuses me). And my freshman year, I ficticiously gave him a swirlie.
Today, my friends and I no longer have to worry so much about bearing the burden of having to be the person from our high school who's famous. He's got us beat well enough for now. (There was a rumour, for a while, that may still stand, that he's also the only one from my high school to have gone Ivy League, but obviously this is untrue because Penn State is quite different from Penn. So, I win by default because the UofC's as close as we get. Except no one remembers me. Except, perhaps, Isaac Smolko. Because of that vicious, vicious swirlie I gave him.)
