He's on MY team (400 hits)
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Submitted by <daswk.at.yahoo.com> (View user info) at 2005-04-26 14:28:27 EDT
Ever seen someone a little "off" as you were driving down the road, walking through a mall, or anywhere else in public? Of course we all have, these chance encounters can turn a relatively dull afternoon into the high point of your day, or possibly your week. Sadly, the initial thrill of spotting such a social anomaly doesn't last long, and your life will move on at its regular, boring pace. It doesn't have to.
A little game has sprung up between my friends, a game that connects your life forever with those "special" people. It's a competition to see who can assemble the best "team". There really isn't a name for it yet, but there are a few short simple rules to follow:
1) You may not pick someone you know, or are aquainted with, it must be a stranger.
2) You cannot pick someone, somebody else already has picked.
3) More isn't better. There is no limit to the number of people you can recruit, but keep in mind you will be judged on the average quality of your team, the number of good recruits. Two solid rejects beats three or four solid ones with a bunch of crappy ones. However, having one great one, doesn't look that impressive when someone else has a bunch of less great, but still quality picks. Try to find the balance.
4) The person cannot know they are on your team. Sure it's fun to laugh at strange people behind their backs, but no need to make them feel bad, they've already got many things going wrong with them, that's why you picked them. Plus, you don't want them to try to CORRECT their problems, then they wouldn't be as strong of a pick. You want to protect your picks.
That's it, simple.
Ever seen someone in a Santa suit? Probably. Ever seen a drunk Santa who is passed out on the street? Maybe. Ever seen a drunk man in a dirty Santa, passed out in the streets...in Feburary? If you have, too bad, he's already on my team.
The other weekend I saw a 50 some odd year old man driving a busted up blue Toyota, trunk completely open (the latch didn't appear to work), spilling the contents of his car all over the road. He had a bright orange afro, a Hitler mustache...that was black, and a bandana, that was wrapped up almost like a belt just for his hair. Also, he had a bright pink, stuffed elephant in his passenger seat, buckled in.
My team.
Now every time me and some friends spot a particularly interesting individual not only do we get the satisfaction of their miserable journey through life, but we fondly get to recall all the stellar picks we've made in the past and compare who has the best team, something that can lead into long conversations into the night.
Yes we have too much free time and are easily amused.
...and no you can't pick me, I'm already on someone's team.
I'm a first round draft pick.
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Submitted by Swik (user info) at 2005-04-26 22:49:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I was neither, it was a friend of a friend, the only reason he didn't claim him for his team, was because he already knew him. I was very fortunate...
Not that I expect anyone to believe that, every urban legend is based off of a Friend of a Friend.
Also I don't get reviewed much...first time in a year i've posted, absence does in fact, not make the heart grow fonder.
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2005-04-26 22:26:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Ok, be honest... either you were the police man or the kid... fess up
And why hasn't this gotten more reviews?
Submitted by Swik (user info) at 2005-04-26 22:09:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Okay, this kid got a possession charge for a bag of weed...young kid, crazy mislead youth right? Just having some fun...not quite.
He and his friends were driving along one night, under the influence of some substances when they noticed a police car coming to pull them over. Thinking quickly one of them rolled down the window and threw a backpack out of the car...the police didn't notice as the pack full of school books, calculators, and...yes good old fashion Mary Jane tumbled away from the car and into the median, obscured by some foilage.
They got away with a warning for speeding. How'd he get caught? In broad daylight a few days later he returned...to get the weed he so desperately wanted. Right to the speed trap where the police had pulled him over before...right where the cop still was, trying to fill his quota. The cop recognized him from the earlier stop and watched as he ran across the busy road, full of traffic, and grabbing something from the backpack... that's right, he left the backpack there and waltz away with the clear bag in plain site.
He turned around just in time to see the squad car slow down, and the police officer to approach him... something he initially had gotten away with, he was so sure to give the police one more chance to punish him, his parents were also not very forgiving.
My team.
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2005-04-26 15:01:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Dammit! Describe more of your teammates..one isn't enough.. that's the smell of the steak on the grill, and gets you all salivating for the meal, and then WHAM! Sorry... dog ate the steak.. but I've got a lovely bit of iceburg lettace for you.
AAARRRGGHH!
oh.. and needs more cowbell
Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2005-04-26 14:30:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
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