“I love it when a plan comes together.”
So this is a story that just has to be told. These are trying times for my family with our recent loss, so I’m hoping that writing this will cheer me up a little.
So I have had the most adventurous airport experience ever…and this was before the plane even took off. First of all, getting to
So finally I get to the terminal, get my boarding pass, and get in line for public humiliation, i.e. x-ray checkpoint. So I, of course, was “specially chosen” to get further examination done on me, meaning they would open my bags, make me sit and wait another five minutes. Well that’s just swell when you’re trying to make a flight. Oh yeah, and I love the whole “no liquid” rule too. That’s wonderful. So happy I bought two Gatorades this morning. There’s $3.50 down the drain. Honestly, what are we gonna do with liquids? I think the homeland security is giving us too much credit. We’re not all MacGuyver here.
Luckily, the plane had not even started to board yet, so I lucked out and made it. So now I’m on the plane, and looky here, I’m in an exit row. Now I had not paid attention to this before, but at least on this airline (think the opposite of Southeast, and it starts with “north”…there you go), the exit row is enormous! This is too cool. It’s like flying first class. First of all, you get so much leg room, it’s uncanny. Second, because I think they realize that if this gets ugly, I am the doorman, so I get a little added responsibility, which is nice, they gave me first crack at the drink cart. Now I was gonna hit up a little rum and coke action, but I think a.) maybe a little too early and b.) I don’t want to get everyone nervous about something impairing my abilities should the plane be going down and we’re all burning alive. That’s right, I’m that guy. The guy that starts singing Buddy Holly and Skynyrd when the plane starts bumping around. That’s me. So I’m looking at the emergency manual, ya know, so they think I have it together. I’m looking at how the door works, and I’m telling you, it’s a crapshoot. I have no idea how this works. Hopefully it won’t come to that, because it will get ugly. Also, next time you fly, take a look at that manual. I mean this will have to happen under the most ideal water-landing circumstances of all time. First of all, the plane is in tact after hitting the water at 300 MPH. I don’t think so. Seriously, we should think about using the manuals they were substituting in “Fight Club.” We need some more realism here. If you start panicking because of a card, you were not meant to fly, simple as that.
So while I’m writing this, I feel compelled to talk about the three worst kinds of people to fly with. First, there’s the one that will not stop talking, mindlessly sticking their nose into other people’s business and offering opinions on matter you never really asked about. This one lady is talking about God knows what, and I mean I could have booked it into full-on “asshole” mood, but instead, I tried to take the high road ya know? A little bit of class from this generation. So I am forced to nod my head politely, and throw in a few “yeah’s” and “really’s.” By the way, if you are ever talking to someone, and they come back with a rapid succession of “yeah’s,” for the love of God, stop talking. You are wasting valuable air that could be used by someone that the other person actually wants to listen to. The second worst is the up-tight person. This one girl, who unfortunately goes to USC. Unfortunate because I’m about to poke a little fun at a fellow Cock (how bout that win yesterday?…I don’t remember much ‘cause I was heavily intoxicated, but I hear good things, but more on that later). So this girl literally repeated “I’m still going to be in the aisle, right?” like fifteen times to the stewardess when she was asked to move her seat. I think the initial “yes” was probably good enough. Now you know that this girl has the power to absolutely destroy whatever sliver of happiness you may have left. I’m telling you, when it is at its finest, this is worse than the crying baby. And last, but certainly not least, the person that sits next to you that pretends that you don’t even exist. Ok, I mean I’m not a huge talker, but a simple “how’s it going” should be mandated by airlines. If you know that the person sitting next to you is not a complete dick, then making that bathroom move will not be as painful. See right now, I don’t know if this lady sitting next to me is a sweetheart or a total bitch. It’s totally a gamble. The one positive is that she has no idea that I’m making fun of her, which is nice. So take that unknown personality lady. I showed her.
Anytime you are in a plane, and it starts making sounds like an old man getting out of the tub or off of a couch, you definitely take a longer look around just to make sure things are still kosher. I especially notice the flight attendants’ reaction. If they give you a “holy s---“ reaction, it’s “holy s---.” Luckily, there was none of that, so I continued to lounge in my 9 feet of leg room. I mean I remember the night before wondering "how could I have gotten such a good deal on a flight when it's leaving the next day?" Now I know why I got such a good deal. It's basically like money-lining an underdog instead of taking the points. If they cover and win, you get paid, but if you money-line that team and they win, you get even more. Basically, the airline was money-lining a pretty big underdog right there.
If you ever end up in
Ok, so to sum everything up, it’s been quite a day. Luckily I made the plane. Now, getting back to what I do somewhat decently: sports banter. First, I am going to throw out a theory, kind of like what the Sports Guy does, but I’ll try and put an original spin on it. May I submit to you, the “Chinese Water Torture” theory. Here’s what happens. A team, who has had past success, is now in a rut of sorts. Seeing this, you try and bank on the next week to be the week they turn everything around, so, you wager big on the limping giant to rebound in a “vengeance game,” but they don’t pull through. Then, the next week, you do the exact same thing, saying, sometimes out loud: “There’s no way they can lose again. This will be the week.” And like the sad, pathetic gambler you are, you throw down more money in hopes the team reverses its fortune, and once again, they lose. The best example I can think of is the New York Giants. Here’s a team that went to the playoffs last year, has a deadly offense when effective, and has enough defense so that you actually have to gameplan for them. The G-Men were favored in their game against the Cowboys, and like the moron I am, I think “Giants, at home, division game…that Romo guy can’t keep this up, let’s go G-Men.” Of course, Romo leads
The basic lesson in all of this is that I should probably just stick to college and not worry about the pros. I still can’t believe I picked Clemson, knowing that they were without their best cornerback playing a team that basically just passes the ball, and the Wildcats were riding a real good streak, going 5-1 in their last six. That was poor preparation on my part. However, I still have been on fire thus far in the bowl season, and I would like to take this time to say thanks to Texas Tech and Oregon St. Those were two classic games, of course the Tech game I didn’t catch ‘cause it was on you know what.
Well alright kids. Hope everything's doin' in your respective neighborhoods. I'll be reporting from beautiful downtown North Falmouth until the 11th, so keep it right here, because I have no end to what I can talk about. Later on. Peace.