Sometime next week, I will give the final answer as to just how retarded I truly am.\u00a0 I know that most think that I register real high on the dumbass thermometer.\u00a0 I may have blown the top off the measuring device.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
Speaking of stupid.\u00a0 Here’s a story straight out of the way back machine.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Back in the summer of ’93, I graduated from the great cow college at Stillwater, OK.\u00a0 At that time, there were not many ag-ed teaching positions open in Oklahoma.\u00a0 And there was a big class of graduates from that spring, the fall and spring before that were all looking for jobs.\u00a0 I wasn’t going to go out-of-state and I wasn’t going to the one or two positions that were open in far southeast OK.\u00a0 Basically, I was being picky.\u00a0 It ended up working out for me.<\/p>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 In the meantime, I kept busy.\u00a0 Kind of.\u00a0 One afternoon, a buddy of mine named Nick, loaded up with me and went to cruising backroads.\u00a0 We came back through Shattuck to get more supplies and we picked up another passenger named Brucey.\u00a0 At that time, he was the ag teacher at Shattuck.\u00a0 We continued to make our rounds checking country road signs.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 We ended up at a place right on the OK\/TX line east of Higgins, TX.\u00a0 The Little Rebel.\u00a0 It was a pool hall and burger grill.\u00a0 Since the Rebel sat on the OK side of the line, they also had another barn that held monthly cock fights.\u00a0 Yes, it was still legal in OK at that time.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Anyways, the three of us decided to stop in and shoot some pool.\u00a0 We were minding our own business, when another crew came in.\u00a0 This crew had been hitting the beverages pretty hard.\u00a0 The mouthy one of this crew was looking for a fight.\u00a0 He made several remarks about some of my Kelln relatives.\u00a0 Distant cousins that I really didn’t even know, but I had enough and it started to get physical.\u00a0 But the owner of the place broke us up with her sawed-off pool cue.\u00a0 That old lady was prepared to beat us with that stick.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 I went back to playing pool.\u00a0 This lasted for a few until his mouth started running again.\u00a0 So, for fear of getting beat by a cut-off pool cue wielding old lady, we headed outside to settle it.\u00a0 His crew kind of circled around he and I.\u00a0 This dude just kept yapping and wouldn’t go ahead and engage.\u00a0 They had me out-numbered but my mouth was know at full operation and I was primed to pound this sack of crap.\u00a0 Brucey really didn’t want no part of this.\u00a0 Being a young ag teacher himself, he probably didn’t need to be there.\u00a0 And as for Nick, he jumped into the back of my pickup to grab an equalizer.<\/p>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0As things were finally escalating, the old man that ran the poultry operation came walking right into the middle of us, holding a fighting chicken.\u00a0 “What the hell is going on here?” he loudly exclaimed.\u00a0 At this point, Nick had been trying to take the handle out of a hi-lift jack.\u00a0 The handle was rusted in.\u00a0 So all 5’6″ & 140# lbs of Nick decided to jump back into the middle of us, holding the whole hi-lift jack.\u00a0 Kind of like a scene from Rambo.\u00a0 He yelled, “Come on you (insert numerous bad words)!”<\/p>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0At this point, old man Range took that fighting chicken he was holding and threw it right into Nick’s face.\u00a0 OOOHHH SNAAPPPP!!!!\u00a0 Now that was a beating!\u00a0 \u00a0Nick dropped the hi-lift jack on his foot and went to covering his face.\u00a0 Cackels, wings, beaks and feet were going all over the place.\u00a0 The sounds and the visuals were wicked!\u00a0 Nick got free of the rooster and old man Range gathered his bird up and warned us to “All of ya!!\u00a0 Get the hell outta here before it really gets ugly!”<\/p>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Now, how much uglier can it get than dropping a hi-lift jack on your foot while getting your ass whipped by a fighting cock?\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Nick limped to the pickup and we headed to his uncle’s house in Higgins, 2 miles away, to clean up the numerous facial abrasions and scratches.\u00a0 All I know, is it is a good thing that bird wasn’t wearing blades or Nick would have really been in a bad way.\u00a0 And I got a teaching job a few days later and wasn’t around to finish the dealings with that low-rent mouthy dude.\u00a0 Actually, I’ve never seen him or his buddies again.\u00a0 And now, the Little Rebel is closed and cock-fighting is illegal.\u00a0 Oh, the good times.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 However, I’ve been to a few goat shows where I felt like I got a fighting rooster thrown into my face.\u00a0 And now, I have Brucey’s daughter in my program.\u00a0 Dang good student.<\/p>\n
Don’t always do what everyone else is doing.\u00a0 Remember, when following the masses, sometimes the “m” is silent.<\/p>\n
Have a good one.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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