While sitting in the doctor’s office today they were playing “Glory Days” which is about reliving high school glory days.
It got me to thinking, which is always dangerous.
I thought it might be interesting to hear other’s story to make sure I’m not the only failed athlete on TDR/BCD.
If you don’t care to share such personal info then it’s ok to speculate about some other poster’s personal info, I’m sure they won’t care.
I’ll start.
I was no better than a C-team athlete but only in basketball and baseball. If bowling had been a sanctioned, real sport back them I’d have likely been a collegiate bowler, if only that were possible for men.
I was, however, in the school band. I was 1st chair. I was the drum major. I could high step with the best of them.
I went on to college and also did not play any sports or ever be in a band again but only because Willie didn’t want me in the band because I didn’t know how to use a bong.
I will also start by guessing about another poster’s high school story for those that choose that option.
This is a wild, wild, wild guess but here goes.
I think @ChesterCopperpot1 is from a podunk town in middle Tennessee where he played as a high school football O or D lineman (maybe both, that’s how good he was) but upon graduation tired of the sleepy town that had no stores that would sell to minors, so he went to MTSU to make something of himself, where he was a star student and earned fantastic grades, which he then parlayed into a job driving a UPS delivery truck, but he found he could no longer keep all the housewives in Nashville satisfied due to low stamina (btw, congratulations on the sex, Chester,) so he kept working but quit the ladies (except for one, not a housewife) and then studied nights and weekends all the while holding down a job in order to obtain his law degree, about the same time his buddy Jimmy V was getting his medical degree, and who rightfully believes a shortstop is more important than a 3rd baseman that Jimmy, although massively intelligent, thinks otherwise, and the crazy old guy who also thinks the shortstop is more important and with whom they both went to two SR games with but that SR was disappointing and they never met the old man again until once at a football game by happenstance where he met the old guy’s blond GGILF, and he then went on to obtain his law degree and move back to Nashville and become an outstanding lawyer, all the while marrying and having 2 wonderful little girls whom he adores, and now lives in a Madison Mansion where he buys classic cars online, goes and gets them, and then fixes them up just for the challenge and sometimes frequents Cap’n D’s in Madison with the whole family in toe.
It’s possible, but not at all likely, that Jimmy V (still his friend and wonderful doctor) may some day make a boo boo in the operating room and then need his insurance company’s lawyer to defend him in court.
Maybe that awesome lawyer for the insurance company is also named Chester.
We’ll never know because he ain’t readin’ all this.
Anybody else have a real story to tell?
It got me to thinking, which is always dangerous.
I thought it might be interesting to hear other’s story to make sure I’m not the only failed athlete on TDR/BCD.
If you don’t care to share such personal info then it’s ok to speculate about some other poster’s personal info, I’m sure they won’t care.
I’ll start.
I was no better than a C-team athlete but only in basketball and baseball. If bowling had been a sanctioned, real sport back them I’d have likely been a collegiate bowler, if only that were possible for men.
I was, however, in the school band. I was 1st chair. I was the drum major. I could high step with the best of them.
I went on to college and also did not play any sports or ever be in a band again but only because Willie didn’t want me in the band because I didn’t know how to use a bong.
I will also start by guessing about another poster’s high school story for those that choose that option.
This is a wild, wild, wild guess but here goes.
I think @ChesterCopperpot1 is from a podunk town in middle Tennessee where he played as a high school football O or D lineman (maybe both, that’s how good he was) but upon graduation tired of the sleepy town that had no stores that would sell to minors, so he went to MTSU to make something of himself, where he was a star student and earned fantastic grades, which he then parlayed into a job driving a UPS delivery truck, but he found he could no longer keep all the housewives in Nashville satisfied due to low stamina (btw, congratulations on the sex, Chester,) so he kept working but quit the ladies (except for one, not a housewife) and then studied nights and weekends all the while holding down a job in order to obtain his law degree, about the same time his buddy Jimmy V was getting his medical degree, and who rightfully believes a shortstop is more important than a 3rd baseman that Jimmy, although massively intelligent, thinks otherwise, and the crazy old guy who also thinks the shortstop is more important and with whom they both went to two SR games with but that SR was disappointing and they never met the old man again until once at a football game by happenstance where he met the old guy’s blond GGILF, and he then went on to obtain his law degree and move back to Nashville and become an outstanding lawyer, all the while marrying and having 2 wonderful little girls whom he adores, and now lives in a Madison Mansion where he buys classic cars online, goes and gets them, and then fixes them up just for the challenge and sometimes frequents Cap’n D’s in Madison with the whole family in toe.
It’s possible, but not at all likely, that Jimmy V (still his friend and wonderful doctor) may some day make a boo boo in the operating room and then need his insurance company’s lawyer to defend him in court.
Maybe that awesome lawyer for the insurance company is also named Chester.
We’ll never know because he ain’t readin’ all this.
Anybody else have a real story to tell?
