Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Then we will all hug and kiss some poisonous snakes.

Yes yes.

By now everyone knows a snake found its way into the crew coach’s duffel bag in my hometown and bit him most ferociously. I’m not sure what the big deal is since we used to do frolicsome stuff like this all the time back when I rowed there. One assumes that a decade and half after I left the crew team, the evolution of pranks we started would have escalated to the point of hiding poisonous snakes in luggage. It probably went something like this…

1993: Shaving reverse Mohawks in the freshmen’s heads
1994: Pulling hotel fire alarm
1994: Throwing Gator-Ade bottles full of urine a the other team’s boats
1995: Driving a sedan through the school’s front door during spring break

15 years of uninterrupted and intensifying high school pranks and Youtube

2008: Attempted murder through crotaline means

Again, this seems like standard operating procedure for the crew team. It pretty much operated as a cult anyways, snake-handling isn’t that much of a stretch.

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