I had a dream I was sitting around a campfire with a group of people. It didn't take long for me to realize that I was out of place. You see I am a middle age white dude and my peers in this situation were all Indians. No not of the modern variety, these were all Indians like you would see in old western films. These had Mohawks, facepaint, feathered headgear etc. It was like I was just dropped in, almost teleported ala Quantum Leap into this meeting if you will. I say a meeting because it seemed by the appearance of these men that they were in positions of authority. It was almost like council meeting of sort where all the Indian chiefs from the surrounding tribes were meeting to deal with an important issue or something.
And then there was me, just sitting there like I was one of them. The funny thing is I don't think they noticed me even though I was front and center close to the fire and sitting right next to a guy who seemed to be the leader. The sheer amazement and I have to say a little fear was interrupted by the voice of the "leader" that was sitting next to me. His voice was low and scratchy and even though I was sitting next to him I could barely hear him. Then he cleared his throat, coughed one good time and then his voice transformed into a loud bellowing tone that caused an echo in the surrounding area as he spoke.
He said:
"I hear there was a wager made by one Nick Fitzgerald."
It was made in exchange with Riley Self. He said that if MSU won the regional, HE would get.........A BLONDE MOHAWK!"
A rumbling began among the men, it was obvious they were not happy. One shouted
"DISGRACE...WHAT A DISGRACE!!! HE is making a mockery of our heritage!!"
The rumbling began again. Then the leader spoke again to dispel the chatter.
"Enough...enough!! It seems as if he is mocking our fathers but.....it could be a way to appease them. They may consider this flattery. He could have chosen any hair cut but he chose one that could possibly make our fathers happy"......Let's give him benefit of the doubt."
Time passed ......
Here I was again dropped into another meeting with these Indian men. I was in the same setting, around a campfire. This time it seems I was inserted mid-meeting and the leader was in mid-conversation with the men.
He said
"And he tweeted.....That he was a man of his word and that he would get the Mohawk but it would be after Suzie's pageant....."
The rumblings began and one man's voice spoke above the rest.
"I told you once before...It was a disgrace and this was nothing more than a mockery to our fathers and YOU suggested that we should give him a chance...that it could be a form of flattery.."
The man then spit into the fire. And the rumblings began again but these rumblings were in agreement with what the man said. The leader responded and he spoke loud to try and drown out the crowd.
"OK OK OK...you are right. It doesn't look like he will do it. It was just a mockery. And he will pay! But how do we do it?"
They contemplated and exchanged ideas of what to do for what seemed like hours. Some of the things I dare not repeat. Then after the deliberation the leader stood up.
"This matter has been settled. The running that was lost will be restored to Fitz but his passing ability will equate to two *****!!
He then threw what looked like some sort of white powder into the fire. The fire got stronger and it must have been a million sparks floated up into the sky. The fire became so bright that the dark abyss that was beyond the fire's reach previously had been illuminated and I could see my surroundings. I saw rows of bleachers going up on either side of me. I saw goal posts on either end of the field where this meeting was taking place. I stood up and saw the marked lines on the field and turned to see a huge video board that all of sudden was illuminated. It began showing clips of Nick Fitzgerald passing the ball sporadically, it was going in unnatural directions. I saw clip after clip stitched together and the tempo became faster and faster. I noticed that these were not games that I remembered seeing. All of a sudden the video board went black and as I turned back to where I was sitting and the fire was gone. The Indians were gone. I was standing in pitch blackness on the 50 yard line at Davis Wade Stadium. It was dead quiet. Then all of a sudden I heard a faint sound. It was unrecognizable at first but as it slowly got louder I could hear what was being said. ...Maroon....White......Maroon White.....It was a woman's voice and it got louder and louder. I felt my body shake, I heard a clapping sound and then...............
I was in my bedroom. I was lying in bed. My wife was standing in front of me. She said: "Babe....tell me which one I should wear today".
She held up a shirt in each hand, one was maroon and one was white.
Happy Friday All!
And then there was me, just sitting there like I was one of them. The funny thing is I don't think they noticed me even though I was front and center close to the fire and sitting right next to a guy who seemed to be the leader. The sheer amazement and I have to say a little fear was interrupted by the voice of the "leader" that was sitting next to me. His voice was low and scratchy and even though I was sitting next to him I could barely hear him. Then he cleared his throat, coughed one good time and then his voice transformed into a loud bellowing tone that caused an echo in the surrounding area as he spoke.
He said:
"I hear there was a wager made by one Nick Fitzgerald."
It was made in exchange with Riley Self. He said that if MSU won the regional, HE would get.........A BLONDE MOHAWK!"
A rumbling began among the men, it was obvious they were not happy. One shouted
"DISGRACE...WHAT A DISGRACE!!! HE is making a mockery of our heritage!!"
The rumbling began again. Then the leader spoke again to dispel the chatter.
"Enough...enough!! It seems as if he is mocking our fathers but.....it could be a way to appease them. They may consider this flattery. He could have chosen any hair cut but he chose one that could possibly make our fathers happy"......Let's give him benefit of the doubt."
Time passed ......
Here I was again dropped into another meeting with these Indian men. I was in the same setting, around a campfire. This time it seems I was inserted mid-meeting and the leader was in mid-conversation with the men.
He said
"And he tweeted.....That he was a man of his word and that he would get the Mohawk but it would be after Suzie's pageant....."
The rumblings began and one man's voice spoke above the rest.
"I told you once before...It was a disgrace and this was nothing more than a mockery to our fathers and YOU suggested that we should give him a chance...that it could be a form of flattery.."
The man then spit into the fire. And the rumblings began again but these rumblings were in agreement with what the man said. The leader responded and he spoke loud to try and drown out the crowd.
"OK OK OK...you are right. It doesn't look like he will do it. It was just a mockery. And he will pay! But how do we do it?"
They contemplated and exchanged ideas of what to do for what seemed like hours. Some of the things I dare not repeat. Then after the deliberation the leader stood up.
"This matter has been settled. The running that was lost will be restored to Fitz but his passing ability will equate to two *****!!
He then threw what looked like some sort of white powder into the fire. The fire got stronger and it must have been a million sparks floated up into the sky. The fire became so bright that the dark abyss that was beyond the fire's reach previously had been illuminated and I could see my surroundings. I saw rows of bleachers going up on either side of me. I saw goal posts on either end of the field where this meeting was taking place. I stood up and saw the marked lines on the field and turned to see a huge video board that all of sudden was illuminated. It began showing clips of Nick Fitzgerald passing the ball sporadically, it was going in unnatural directions. I saw clip after clip stitched together and the tempo became faster and faster. I noticed that these were not games that I remembered seeing. All of a sudden the video board went black and as I turned back to where I was sitting and the fire was gone. The Indians were gone. I was standing in pitch blackness on the 50 yard line at Davis Wade Stadium. It was dead quiet. Then all of a sudden I heard a faint sound. It was unrecognizable at first but as it slowly got louder I could hear what was being said. ...Maroon....White......Maroon White.....It was a woman's voice and it got louder and louder. I felt my body shake, I heard a clapping sound and then...............
I was in my bedroom. I was lying in bed. My wife was standing in front of me. She said: "Babe....tell me which one I should wear today".
She held up a shirt in each hand, one was maroon and one was white.
Happy Friday All!
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