Evening all, the pre-season is over and the team cuts will be coming today.  I really feel sorry for the guys on the bubble, the waiting for that call or for the call to not come, must be beyond nerve wracking.  I would be stoned as hell and looking at my phone, of course the THC would probably get me kicked out of the league.  Whelp,you only have to endure 1 more posts of my ramblings till MNF starts back up on 9/9.  I am looking forward to kicking back, getting ripped, and watching another horrible MNF game since the first game will be the Fail Jets vs. the Niners.  I hope SF can end the Jets suffering quickly, mainly by humiliating AAron with lots of interceptions and then having him fall over his own feet, tearing the other Achilles tendon, all while trying to lead a come back drive at the end of the game which ends in an interception.  Sigh, one can hope with thoughts and prayers.

So I thought I would share this memory with you as I was reminded of an incident from my past. So, when I was driving back from PT, sitting at the stop light next to me there was one of the old model VW bugs, painted in a rather bright orange.  Seeing that car reminded me of watching a screaming, hysterical woman driving a VW bug, careening through a plowed field, actively trying to run over two high school boys as they tried to evade her. Now, the two boys were brothers who had been bullying me and my friends for months along our walk home from middle school.  Although there were 4 of us, we were in middle school and the boys attended (when not suspended) the local high school, so the size difference was significant, plus they were quite a bit stronger, and complete and total assholes.

Now, one day, after school, walking home was the same as usual and including the usual bullying, except this time one of our number was down on the ground with some off brand sneakers pressing down on his neck.  The decision between the four of us was to no longer “pay the toll” to walk home.  We had had enough and were finally going to stand up for ourselves, which was was going quite badly for us, when the downed kids mom (Mary) drove up.   Mary came around the curve and saw her baby boy down on the ground and a big redneck holding him down by keeping his foot on his neck (with all of us getting ready to fight).  Mary rolled her window down and started shrilly screaming obscenities as loud as she could.  The rather startled bullies started running into a nearby plowed field; however, she just followed, driving right through the roadside ditch and into the field, she probably chased them for 2 to 3 minutes but it felt like forever as the 4 of us just stood and watched mouth agape at this skinny orange headed lady, about 5’1″ and 95lbs, screaming obscenities in her shrill voice, driving a bright orange VW Bug through a plowed field bouncing up and down, and trying to hit these 2 suddenly scared shitless high schoolers.  Oh, the flying hubcaps, those shine curved discs of chromed metal, sailing like frisbees at the beach.  She was finally getting the hang of driving under such conditions when they were finally able to escape.  She calmly drove through the field, through the roadside ditch, back onto the road and came back over to check on us, and grabbed Greg (her son).  From my understanding she sent her husband to find the hubcaps.

The bullies never bothered us again.

About 10 years ago my father told me that he had had a conversation with the bullies about that day, and my father stated that the guy started swearing and cursing for a bit, after which he told my dad that he was afraid for days afterwards that she was going to hunt them down and hurt them, and orange VW bugs still easily startled him.

Sports – who cares there are no NFL games, but soon, soon.  I am currently watching a documentary about the role playing games from World of Darkness, particularly Vampyre: the Masquerade, free on youtube, pretty cool and there are some freaky freaky people out there.