Quote of the Day “Tell me what company thou keepest and I’ll tell thee what thou art.” –Miguel de Cervantes
A lot of folks tuned in to read about Coach Six and some of the important things I learned from him. After a post like that, TB always likes to go back to something a little lighter. This post is a continuation of my “things learned” series. Without further ado, I give you the things I learned from my asshole runnin buddies:
BR–BR and I go a long way back, so I learned a few things from him. First the true observation that “there’s a fron-tage (pronounce in French) road in near about every town.” Second I learned about perseverence and humility because ol’ BR never quit taking me on in basketball even though I won about 85% of the time we went one on one. Including indoor nerf hoops. And finally, BR helped me learn to laugh at myself, especially when I took life too seriously. Or as he famously asked one time in response to my protest that I was at that moment being serious, “cirrus? I thought that was a cloud.” And I formally admit this day, July 29, 2008, that was funny.
From Sweet I learned that just because you are paranoid it doesn’t mean someone or something is not out to get you. (During football season, I’ll probably post about “the power” more than once.) I learned a lot of frightening things from Sweet, like the value of Stridexing one’s feet, and appreciation for the female foot, and a lot of other things not appropriate for this blog.
Fig taught me to laugh at Sweet. For everything. And he showed us all the importance of keeping a drink in your cup under all circustances, including being in the midst of breaking one’s fibula.
Sterno gave me the 1000 yard stare and the incredulous stare. Though I learned it existed, I’ve never actually accomplished them both simultaneously. Thanks also to Sterno for introducing me to the starter alki’s drink, 7Up and Vodka.
Ed showed me the blank stare which regular readers already know comes in handy for TB from time to time.
Larry taught me that a left hander will ruin your cap if he wears it.
Stone taught me how to pick up a Polish heiress without even trying, and that there is no placebo effect for seasickness patches if they fall off prior to going to sea.
Smiley taught me how to argue about anything, no matter how meaningless the issue. He really should be on staff at the Ole Miss Law School.
SC taught me the importance of using sense of humor as an indicator of character. It’s a test I failed on our first meeting, but he gave me a second chance anyway. And he taught me the fun of blogging, something I occasionally take too seriously. But don’t laugh. I’m cirrus.