Saturday, April 4, 2009

It Was A Knock Out in Round One

Randall Tex Cobb

When I was in college I worked most of the time so my social situations were limited. I did however find time to join a fraternity. Yes I said fraternity, not sorority. It was the 70’s and women’s lib was rampant. The Greek Chapter had several discrimination law suites against them so they gave several of us girls limited fraternity brethren status. I say limited because we were not allowed in the frat house after a certain time and we were not allowed to serve on the board. What we did get was the camaraderie of the fraternity, the ability to attend all the parties and of course we also were required to do our share of pledge work. In this particular fraternity those duties included cleaning the fraternity house, planning and throwing parties as well as raising charitable contributions with car washes and bake sales for the fraternity’s pet charity.
We met once a week at a local sandwich shop where we would partake in copious quantities of beer and eat ginormous sandwiches. First let me say if you have never had a Schlotzsky Original with a pitcher of beer drank through a straw well you just haven’t lived. Second there is nothing better than sitting down to partake in the bounty of Schlotzskys with a bunch of as the saying of the day went “wild and crazy guys” and girls. We would discuss all things pertinent to the day as well as tell stories.
A Schlotzsky's Orginal
One of the best story tellers was an elder member of the frat who had gone off to war and returned to enlist his mind and soul into the rigors of college life. His name was Rick and he was a giant of a man. He stood 6’6” and weighed I’m guessing close to 250 pounds of pure muscle. He was the oldest of our group, an old man of 27. He had a beautiful blond girlfriend who also was an elder member of our group at 25 was a divorce’ and a mother. I loved both of them and they returned the sentiment.

When Rick told a story he got full into the story. He used noises and very descriptive and imaginative words. He was an English major who believed in using those sixty-five dollar words that often sent me to the dictionary to look up the meaning. He told harrowing tales of his time in Vietnam as well as humorous and entertaining tidbits of the local culture and his fumbling through it all. We would encourage our heroic story teller to tell us of his adventures and he most willingly did.

One day we were all sitting on the bench in the little eatery eating our homemade chips and drinking whatever was on tap. Rick was engaged in telling us a story about a fight he had gotten into while on R & R in Seoul, Korea. He had been a Marine and there has always been a love hate relationship between the Navy and the Marines. Evidently the sailor or squid as Rick called him made some disparaging remarks to Rick about his mother. Rick being a good southern boy and an even better Marine took offense to what the sailor had to say. So Rick took a swing at the sailor and then an all out bar fight ensued. Rick was into his story by this time and was swinging away at the air while demonstrating how he had grabbed one guy after another dishing out an upper cut to one and a right cross to another. Just as he was demonstrating how he came across with a right cross to a sailors jaw I reached forward to retrieve my sandwich. Ricks fist was flying through the air just even with my right temple. Time and space were in the right axis of the quadrant and his fist met my head with a sharp and sudden pop.

The lights went out and the next thing I knew I was lying on the floor. My head was in his girlfriend’s lap and Rick was kneeling over me crying and trying to get me conscious. You know how in the cartoons when someone gets knocked out they see little birds flying in circles above their head or stars? I saw the stars. I looked up at Rick and said “What happened?” He wiped the tears from his eyes and gave me a big hug and said “I just got a little too into my story. I hit you and knocked you out.” Then he just kept repeating how sorry he was. I’m not going to lie to you and say that it didn’t hurt, because it did. I’m also not going to lie to you and tell you I didn’t milk that incident for all it was worth. I had Rick wrapped around my little finger after that. From that day until he moved to Detroit he was my protector.

7 comments:

Cher said...

Beer through a straw! That's probably what did you in!

The Texas Woman

Debbie said...

How funny that he knocked you out! And kudos to you for joining a fraternity.

Girly Stuff said...

I ate my way through college at Schlotzky's too!

I went down from a thud on the head playing dodge ball...you really do see stars!

Glad you came out of it OK!

Toad said...

I'm not certain, judging from some of your stories that you did come out alright.

I am glad though, your well enuf to share the tales.

terri said...

You had every right to milk it for all it was worth. Rick probably knew you were doing that too. I bet he felt so guilty he just let you get away with it.

Train Wreck said...

Oh you do have the best stories. Bwahhahaa I would have milked that for a long time! Poor guy. Made for a great story. Thanks for your thoughts, WOW did a great job on that poem, huh? I cry everytime I read it!! Thanks for being here for me. You are a great friend!

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