| CHICAGO SEVEN, FRISCO TEN.... ASSHOLES!!! |
| Well our rat pack that was coined "The Frisco Ten" were set to go skiing up in Frisco, Colorado. We piled into the great SUV of the eighties called a Blazer and stocked up on 150 USD worth of hard booze. We arrived at the lodge and as we unpacked our supplies we noticed our neighbors - a dozen beautiful young ladies. They invited us over and we enjoyed some excellent conversation. Most of us were confident that we will not just enjoy the slopes of the geological variant. Within an hour, O'Malley already managed to start on his adventure of mogul bashing with a real nice brunette. All of a sudden out of nowhere, Milo landed a kick on Batista's jaw ripping his lower lip wide open. Batista was bleeding all over the carpet and yelling "why the fuck did you did that for?" Milo was in his typical drunken state - unresponsive to to reason and very violent. The rest of us unspontaneously fell upon Milo and dragged him into one of the bedrooms. It was a chore for the rest of us just to subdue him. Now I feel how the L.A. cops felt during the Rodney King arrest. Man! We finally calmed him down, but unfortunately the ladies wanted nothing to do with us. Our drunken squad stormed back to our cottage and finished up our medication. I remember enjoying the skiing but we all knew that something bad was in store for us when we return to the cottage. We got an eviction notice and we couldn't get refunds for the Sunday skiing bout. The following Tuesday, we were summoned to see the Commanding Officer, Captain Jesse "The Bod" Fell. We were ordered to go into the arms room and stand at attention in front of a large poster board with the statement in large black marker "Chicag Seven, Frisco Ten - Assholes". Jesse the Bod read the statement without any explanation of its meaning. I was starting to get pissed because I thought it was Jesse's way of taunting me because the Bears were declining fast after their Desert Storm type of victory over the Patriots in the Superbowl XX. And I hate, I repeat this, hate the 49ers! Then it hit me. I remember reading about the Chicago Seven in an article that compared and contrasted the US involvement in Vietnam and the Soviet Union's intervention in Afghanistan. In the part where the author discussed the prospect of a possible peace movement in the U.S.S.R. vs. the peace movement in the U.S. during the Vietnam War he offered a very clever observation: "The names of Berrigan, Ellsburg, and the Chicago Seven of Russia would be found, if at all, on gravestones, not in headlines." So Jesse "the Bod" was comparing us to the likes of Jerry Rubin and Abbie Hoffman. Well I have to tell you that the Frisco Ten would have the Chicago Seven for breakfast. (I need a better last paragraph.) help me my droogies.. |