The Blind Man Society

In the movie The Blues Brothers, there is a part where Dan Akroyd and Jim Belushi are asked the question of whether they are the police.  They respond:  No, Maam, we’re musicians…on a mission from GOD.  That is kind of how its gone trying to write this blog post.  This is the fourth that I said I would put out in two weeks, and I’m ready for a break after this!

I’m thinking about the subject of competition today. 

I was never much for this, however I’ve found that sometimes it’s not only really necessary but its REALLY, secretly fun to watch people flip out and throw tantrums after you beat them.  So on to the subject of competition and my examples for it: the bar, and the bar arts.

I used to sit with my old college roommate and play video tennis for HOURS after bar time because neither of us would accept defeat.  He beat me about 500 times, and I finally beat him once.  He was so angry, that he never played the game again.  It was sweet to say the least, the victory, but I was actually worried for him after that win. He just wasn’t the same, and except for the fact that his star sign was Cancerian I would swear he was a Scorpio.  Laughing.

Later, I was in a pub quiz league at the bar that met once a week.  We took our quiz questions quite seriously on our quiz team, named Dr. Wu and the Adjustments, for people who were drinking their weight in alcohol every time – because if we won, we drank for free.  So we studied before and had quite a winning streak.  Until, one night we learned that all good things must come to an end.  The winning question, was about Mary (as in having little lambs).  We lost the round, had to pay for our drinks, and the winning team mocked us relentlessly.  And, it stung.

Finally, I had a friend that loved to play pool.  He was not very good, but he still loved to play and compete for money.  He spent vast sums to become proficient at billiards and I used to watch him getting better, though incrementally, every time we went out.  The night he finally won, he made quite a show of it and said later that it only cost him 1000 dollars cumulatively to win that particular game.  His famous line, that night was that he released a flock of Whoop Ass birds on his competition.   He said, that you could tell when they were near because you would hear their call.  And, for weeks after that we heard “Whoop!  Whoop!  Whoop!  behind us in our chairs when he would walk by.

Work continues on the site, The Blind Man Society coffee mugs are coming soon, and I’m taking a couple day break from posting. I had to dig deep to get this one out and keep the word that four would come in two weeks. I had a lot of fun writing it, which automatically means that the numbers for this blog will be low. Laughing again.

I hope everyone is having a wonderful Saturday out there, and that things are going well, wherever you may be.  Please feel free to leave comments in the box below.