only a man can fully appreciate this post.
I have never had a problem peeing in public on an open camp fire.
have you ever seen the movie, They Call Me Trinity? I think it was one of my Dad’s favorite films. it’s a genuine Italian “spaghetti western”, that starred an impossibly handsome and gifted comedic Terrence Hill as our favored protagonist, “Trinity”. the lesser known sequel was My Name Is Nobody. that also starred Henry Fonda, (my favorite Fonda movie remains, Mr. Roberts: “now hear this… now hear this…”) which is in so many ways astonishing, yet something of a testimony to the sheer genius of the series. Dad absolutely loved westerns, and military yarns. and, he was a terrific belly laugher. the room always lit-up for me when he laughed.
I don’t think Dad stopped laughing from the opening credits to the very end. and, the retelling of numerous Trinity scenes made cocktail parties at our house(s) worth looking forward to.
in any event, there was a scene in a public latrine where Trinity faces-off with a hapless fellow, face-to-face over urinals. that seen left a lasting impression on me for countless reasons.
this past weekend I had my Emma Jo and our hearty-and-ferocious U13 Shockers Nation soccer team at a Select tournament in Duluth preparing for the State Cup May 11th and 12th. we were warming-up for a match and I had something of a run-in with the other teams head coach. he wanted us to change our jerseys and there really was no point. he was just trying to get into our heads. the simple fact is, he was being a DICK.
about ten minutes before the match I found myself heading towards the public restroom only steps behind him. he approached a urinal first and paused. I strode right up to the urinal next to him, looked right at him and instantly unleashed a manful and thundering effort, staring at him for a delightful thirty seconds. the entire time he could produce nothing. as I prepared to make my triumphant and testosterone enhanced departure, I slapped him heartily on the shoulder (whoopsee) and offered a well-meant, “good luck coach”.
I know all of this is mean-spirited. but, he was a DICK.
after all that he probably thinks I’m a dick.
we are ready! wish us luck at State Cup!
peace be to my Brothers and sisters.
brian patrick cork