There are certain sentences I never thought I would use in my life. One of them is "I witnessed a bat being clubbed to death at an Indiana University Football game." I actually used this sentence last weekend. Let me explain...
Tyler and I got to go to the IU football game with Megan and Brandon last Saturday. Greg, Brandon's dad, (for those of you who aren't quite awake yet, that is Megan's father in law!) also drove up from New Castle to come. Now, for those of you who have met Greg, he is a super nice man! I've enjoyed all the times we've gotten to hang out. But after Saturday, Greg has offocially moved onto my "Coolest Grown-ups that I know" list. He joins the list that already consists of:
*My Mom and Dad (for the sheer act of creating me!)
* the writer of One Tree Hill
* the person who invented Corn Flakes
*N'Sync. (this includes Tyler, who will not admit it but he was the back up bass player. You can see his left arm on their first album cover)
Megan, Brandon, Tyler and me were heading into the game. Greg had already gone ahead to his seat. As we arrived to our seating area, there was a scuffle and commotion going on. All I know at this point is Greg is crouched by a bleacher, clubbing something with a stick. Apparently, there was a bat that was hanging upside down under a row of bleachers in our section (so creepy!), and it was bothering/freaking out one of the coach's wives. So Greg, masked hero that he is, joins up with another guy and they decide to show this bat who's boss. Greg finds some sort of stick (not sure where from, unless he had some large cargo shorts on and had brought a stick "just in case") and begins whacking the bat. The co-exterminator is stepping on one of the poor bat's wings to make sure this thing does not escape.
Once Greg has decided the thing has had enough, he goes out to a trash can and proceeds to find a take out box large enough to hold the bat. He gets this thing into the take out box, and is affirmed by the loud applause of the suurounding spectators. PS-the bat is making weird squeaking noises while inside it's coffin/box. When Greg comes back, I asked him if the bat was still alive...he had to finish the job....and I will NOT go into details but I WILL say there was a concrete brick involved.... This would have been the perfect October blog....but I had to spread the news about Batman....
For those of you who can use his services...I will get his contact info out to you soon. I'm pretty sure he can take care of all mammals who have wings and use sonar to navigate.
Monday, September 15, 2008
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