Men of Faith
It has been said that "the proof of the pudding is in the tasting."
Well, then taste this:
When a DRD man was invited to join his teammate on a weekend Appalachian Mountain camping adventure and was stood up it was his faith in the goodness of man that led him to put that humiliating experience behind him. When he was stood up the following Friday in an uncannily similar scenario that faith was still not shaken...
A DRD man would juggle bowling pins with wreckless abandon over top of his roommate's $900 PC tower and it was his faith in his roommate's personal restraint that made him believe that that roommate would not beat him senseless when an errantly tossed bowling pin smashed into the aforementioned PC tower...
It was faith (and perhaps poor lighting) that led two DRD men to believe that they saw a "penguin" and a "Navajo-Indian" in the rear-view mirror...
It was faith in the laxity of R.A.'s and the coolness of Joe Starchia that led DRD athletes to skip Thursday night hall meeting with impunity...
It was faith in the charity of man that led a DRD athlete to call Jeff at 3945 for a "free TV"...
...and It was faith in his own good looks & charm that led a DRD athlete to ask a Vonderhaven to "The Manor" for Super Conference in front of his mates and her crew. Although things did not work out in the end, his faith has made him impervious to the enduring nature of this tale of humiliation...
The stories could go on (and psst...if you have any tales of faith that you'd like to share with the rest of us, please feel free to use the unrestricted commenting feature on this blog to do so).
Distance Runner Decathletes are a different breed.
They are men of faith!
9 comments:
Faith! yeah you scum suckers from the track hall had "faith" that I wouldn't take out the knee cap of that skinny-lunatic-friend of yours with my cruiser that night you decided to ring the Liberty Bell 3 times.
I remember you all as some of the students on campus with monumental heaps of faith. You all were the only one's I can recall in all the years that I have been on Liberty Mountain who believed that my phantom limbs could take down a convocation or church backdrop in mid-service.
I knew you were on to me.
Best luck at your DRD 2008 competition!
D-W.C.
Ah yes...there was a time when we were yet younger, the hole in the ozone was a bit smaller, gasoline would cost under $2 a gallon, and if you heard the term iPod you'd wonder if it was a problem with your vision.
We were men of faith when we did see penguins and Navajo's on Candler's Mountain Road. Although to this day doubts still arise, but we have not stopped believing in what we saw. Or when unsuspecting males ventured to the nether regions of the campus only to see 2 beautiful women laying in the field and studying...only to mysteriously vanish after that late August date.
Men of faith bravely gave up the safety of their own lives week after week, and for what...to travel to a weekend meet with T-bone behind the wheel. Ah yes, many a time did we think that life was coming to an end, but through our faith endured.
A DRD man of faith would be a challenger to those wanting to try to grow in their skill. And yes, even if it meant at a game of volleyball in the blow up air cage. To this day the sound byte still lingers in the ears of all who heard "We're the iron 5, and we're just using this charity even to challenge anyone as we get ready for the Sydney games. And by the way, help yourself to some popcorn and shaved ice...just tell them the iron 5 sent you. Now get that microphone out of my face."
As a DRD man of faith, you are always in training, even at the most relaxing of events. Men of faith knowing that a marshmallow wouldn't hurt anyone, willingly stepped up to the mound as they let jumbo marshmallows fly at football games. You must believe that your aim is good enough to not hurt anyone. And then some men had faith stronger than others, and those men knew when the time was right to let a fried chicken fly at the football game.
What does it take to be a DRD man of faith you ask? It takes courage and boldness to go and talk to Delilah, (on a day you're wearing a blue shirt) and have visible armpit sweat the size of pancakes. It takes the courage to go to the apartment of a fellow running mate and let loose while seated on the toilet, and hope that the towels will muffle the sound waves. It takes the faith of a child to go and ask the football coach in Hancock if he can use the treadmills in the back room (this was back in 1998 mind you), because the remnants of the hurricane were making it difficult to run outdoors.
The thing that makes a DRD athlete a true man of faith is that he is willing to lay down his life with reckless abandon. Ah yes, I believe that if you my fellow DRD athletes are catching my drift, then you know where I'm going with it. Yes...I went there and so did you...on the outskirts of downtown Lynchburg sat an unusually large house labeled the Manor, yet surprisingly no manners were ever seen there. As a man of faith you went to go hang out, watch a movie, or attend the occasionaly party at which you witnessed things that still haunt you to this day. Men of faith were truly yielding all when they went to this place, even though at any time there could have been a stray bullet or drug bust going down.
Continue to live life as if you're hanging 6 people onto a shopping cart at Walmart, and who cares if they're going to call management...you my friend are a man of faith, what can this world do to you?
I am rolling here...E-Z.E. really 'pinned the tail on the donkey' or uhh...'nailed it on the head'...(poor choice of words) anyway that was some great reminiscing E.Z. E - whoever you are?
As if most of the day to day activites were mere acts of faith, some men even ventured out further into the missions field.
Men of faith were exposed to the hard knocked lives of young gentlemen because of Stephen's passion. Sure men of faith had certain labels among other circles, but they had hearts that wanted to reach out to others as well.
True-dat Warden! Deez DRD-Punks reached out to me when I wuz in da Juvie...I'm sure they remember dat I reached right back at 'em! Dey had to lock down the place tight...'member!
Well it seemed to me that your really excitable friend (the one that squeals when he catches a whiff of estrogen) had a good deal of faith: Faith that I wouldn't have him slapped with a restraining order after he tried to unzip my 'hello kitty' backpack. I mean I hardly knew the guy and he tried to pull off that move. Honestly it's the reason that I took the scholarship at Hofstra instead!
These men of faith were truly willing to challenge death. They would be willing to wrastle a redneck from Georgia who called them up because they were making too much noise upstairs. What do they do you ask? Did these men stop making noise? Not these men of faith. Instead they started to drop the desk, the bed, the crotch rocket, and heck even got Jody to start jumping. Only to get another call from the Georgia boy. "Hey ya'll better stop making all that much noise up there, fore I come up and stop you from making that more noise." End result...the men of faith are still alive today.
That e-zee e sure is long winded...
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