Rumble (part 2).

So, I probably should have just finished last night while I was in the groove.  But I was tired.  The end of the tale isn’t as exciting as you might have imagined anyway.

But forging ahead.  So, there we were, in the middle of the school grounds, with no one around but a group of dangerous looking thugs.  Or boys with their pants hanging down half-way to their knees, whichever way you want to look at it. 

As I said, we had recognized the error of our ways and were just going to leave, but the guys, actually I think just two of them, came over and tried to start something.  We just kept saying we were leaving and they kept crowding closer.  One guy in particular really wanted to provoke us.  He focused on Brian, I’m guessing because Brian was male and older than Wyatt.  Brian just wouldn’t do anything and kept trying to walk away, and when this dude got right in his face, Devonee, her older-sisterly protective instincts kicking in, pushed between them, and then the dude reached around her and smacked Brian.  This is how both Devonee and I remember it, but Devonee said, “I've probably made myself to be some kind of hero in my memories by standing between them but was probably actually off to the side laughing.”  Ha ha.  That makes me laugh too.  (And I wish I had a picture of all of us together.)

In Wyatt’s version of the story, Brian gets in a bit more of the action.  I may as well just relate the whole thing according to Wyatt—don’t worry, it doesn’t take long.  “Me and Brian were walking around, saw some kids and started saying crap to each other, I don’t know why we left or came back, talked some more trash, Brian hit him and got punched.”

Well, it was a good hard whack, but mostly I think it was just in the perfect spot to make Brian’s eye swell up pretty much immediately.  After that we left.  The end.  (Yes, I do feel slightly ridiculous having shared this, why do you ask?)

Okay, but actually it’s not quite the end because the funniest part of this story is that we knew we had to come up with a story to explain Brian’s puffy eye, so as we were walking home we decided to say that he had slipped on the merry-go-round at the park and bonked his eye (it had been rainy and everything was wet).  So we did.  And then for the next few days or however long they were visiting, my dad and Brian’s dad kept making wisecracks about those treacherous merry-go-rounds every time they saw Brian’s eye.  Ha haa!!  Every time they said something they thought it was so funny, and all of us kids would look down and laugh too.  Because it was funny.  Every time.

And when I emailed Devonee and asked her what she remembered about this whole shenanigan, she said, “From what I remember he fell off the merry-go-round!”  Ha haaa—awesome.

So there you are, the story of the Rumble.  For some reason, I don’t think we looked as cool in our rumble as these guys did in theirs. 

Oh, and this has nothing to do with the rest of the post, but I think this shirt is awesome:

Brian and Devonee, if you read this, feel free to add to or deny anything I’ve said.  And you should come visit. 

Everyone else, who is your favorite greaser?  And you should come visit.

That is all.