Thursday, October 5, 2006

chapter 85: i am a drag queen


So I left work and went straight to white clay state park to ride around the fields of the Carpenter area. I got to the parking lot and began to put my kit on. I grabbed my jersey and started to put it on. Immediately I knew something was wrong. The arms felt very tight, I thought to myself, I guess those push ups in the morning are really paying off. Then as I pulled it over my head I knew the horrible truth. I had grabbed Diane’s jersey. You see we both have connectiosn to the secret henry’s team and so when I grabbed the jersey out of the dryer this morning, well, I got Diane’s. That was no good. It was like Chris Farley trying to wear David Spade’s stuff. “You know fat guy in a little coat…” Anyway, I rode in a dirty t-shirt that was in the truck. It was a good ride. I met diane, ff Amy, Jaime (world’s expert in rip currents), John (bikeline’s todd), Les (international man of mystery) in Newark later and we had a nice dinner. A good end to a good day.

I saw this today. A very nice blog. I think it’s funny John calls me by my last name. No one has really done that since I was wrestling. I've grown acustomed to being called Fats, fatmarc, fatdude, fat ass, Mr. Fat that seeing someone reference me by name is just a little weird.

Wrestling huh? Hmm, Maybe that’s the ticket, if I can’t beat these guys in cyclocross maybe I can take them in wrestling. Morgan, I think I can take him just on life experience, I've probably been beat up more times than he's been in fights. Jon might me able to wear me down, but if I could keep the match short I might have a chance. I’d use my superior gut to control the match. Todd, he’s got some guns, he’d probably break me in half. Rob and Mike have great reach. They’d probably wrap me up in a pretzel pretty quickly. Come to think of it, I was a pretty awful wrestler, maybe I’ll just stick to riding bikes, I mean when you get your ass kicked in a race, it’s not like someone physically manhandled you, were as in wrestling, getting your ass kicked is pretty much like getting beat up. My best move was the fish flop anyway.

Respect
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2 comments:

Fort James said...

I am pretty sure Morgan could kick my ass . . . . . . .

Frank Brigandi said...

I miss getting beat up by girls in karate, then getting laid cause they felt bad for beating me up. that was pretty great.