Sunday, November 13, 2005
Godless Troglodyte. Turnabout is fair-play...
No one can call me that - although it's been tried. Just today in downtown Princeton I was sitting in front of the bookstore (Micawber Books) and some Godless Troglodyte himself walks past me muttering 'Man, that guy is ugly!'. It was directed at me, but I thought to myself, 'Man, THAT guy is ugly!' And, to be truthful, I was the handsome gentleman by comparision - this other guy was a Witherspoon Street low-life and I'm not even sure WHAT he was doing in town. Princeton played Yale, in football. Princeton lost in the very last seconds - at least that's what I heard all the expensive people blabbing about. Maybe that's why THEY were there. I hate football anyway, but in a situation like this you can't help learning stuff. No excuse for the other guy - unless he was selling popcorn.
That's how I see it. Some middle-aged dude on the cellphone to his son relaying each play-by-play of the game, including his incredible disappointment and disbelief at how they lost. Who cares? Well, I suppose HE did. Many of the crowd (those who went to the game) had the tiger-striped Official Princeton v. Yale Football Program booklet in their hands, and there were, to be sure, plenty of orange/black-striped scarves. Football as fashion statement. Who would ever have thought?
No one can call me that - although it's been tried. Just today in downtown Princeton I was sitting in front of the bookstore (Micawber Books) and some Godless Troglodyte himself walks past me muttering 'Man, that guy is ugly!'. It was directed at me, but I thought to myself, 'Man, THAT guy is ugly!' And, to be truthful, I was the handsome gentleman by comparision - this other guy was a Witherspoon Street low-life and I'm not even sure WHAT he was doing in town. Princeton played Yale, in football. Princeton lost in the very last seconds - at least that's what I heard all the expensive people blabbing about. Maybe that's why THEY were there. I hate football anyway, but in a situation like this you can't help learning stuff. No excuse for the other guy - unless he was selling popcorn.
That's how I see it. Some middle-aged dude on the cellphone to his son relaying each play-by-play of the game, including his incredible disappointment and disbelief at how they lost. Who cares? Well, I suppose HE did. Many of the crowd (those who went to the game) had the tiger-striped Official Princeton v. Yale Football Program booklet in their hands, and there were, to be sure, plenty of orange/black-striped scarves. Football as fashion statement. Who would ever have thought?
# posted by gary j. introne @ 6:41 AM 
