Mugger on Fire
Originally published September 19th, 2006.
Another one new to me, and funny too. Thanks.
As I am reading this – I am laughing. And through the tale, 2 thoughts came to mind. 1. <I'll bet alcohol was involved – liberal amounts 2. Lex is enjoying telling this story as much as we are enjoying reading it.
Man I can see those guys so drunk it is almost like an out-of-body experience.
Our conversation was of the very highest quality, given the environment and the lateness of the hour, meaning it had by then devolved into a spirited discussion of who sucked worse, Tomcat guys or Hornet jocks. Testable propositions were blurrily exchanged and shoutingly refuted, and there was many a wagging finger in the air. Push had not yet come to shove, nor yet drool to chin, but it was a close-run thing.
Mugger wasn’t too smart, it seems. Maybe smart isn’t the right word – Judgement? One stupid sentence uttered without thinking and his career is over. People who wanted to give him a break, and were about to do so.
Reminds me of Dr Samuel Johnson’s observation 3 hundred years ago: Nothing so focuses the mind as a noose around the neck
Mugger didn’t feel the noose, it seems. As the trapdoor dropped
One of the BEST lines in this tale is this one:
Mugger, it must be pointed out, was widely believed to have A Problem, when it came to demon rum.
Understanding the rest of his contemporaries lends context to that observation.
Completely understated but carrying TONS of meaning for those who know. I loved it then, I love it now.
Buck: well stated.
Not reserved exclusively to this arena, it is always sad to see someone with talent and usefulness downed by their own, avoidable and preventable actions. It is the way of life, learning to cope with your foibles being as important a skill as being stable during infil. Still, never a joy watching a team mate auger in. Yeah, we had a similar base line such that someone having a problem was a significant statement.
I too am able to see the discussion as though I was there, having participated in a few myself under similar conditions. Ah the good old days. Long gone, but not forgotten.
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