Friday, April 14, 2006 A parable
This story takes place a few weeks ago:
After the Whiskey Brawl, Tracy and I were skating back to the car when a man came up on the sidewalk and started laughing. Then he said, "Hey, sexy, that's what's UP! Gimme a hug."
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So I hugged him.
We skated on. A few yards down the road, a woman sitting in a parked car rolled down her window. "What did he say to you?" she asked. "He said, 'Hey, sexy, that's what's up. Gimme a hug," Tracy said.
She gazed levelest gaze I have ever felt in my life, on roller skates or off them. "Don't do that no more," she said.
I obeyed. I don't even know that guy. I know a lot of other people, though, and I've hugged them. The other night at practice, my team, The Night Terrors scrimmaged against the Mobtown Mods, the team we're going to be playing in the first bout, which is Sunday, April 23 and still has tickets available. It was close. We'd win a jam or two and hold them back, but then they'd have a dramatic comeback and tie up the score again, or move ahead and get us scared enough that we got serious. In the end, we beat them, but it kind of didn't matter. This is going to sound really corny, but everyone had played really well, and we were all just excited to be playing the game. Instead of slapping hands, we hugged.
The other teams looked at us like, "Don't do that no more."
Whatevs. Huuuuuuugs!
P.S.: I am still very tough. posted by Frenzy Lohan | 4/14/2006 03:15:00 PM
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