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It's been awhile since I've written one my world famous long-winded posts about the past. But since I'm currently sitting in Oxford, OH waiting for tonight's Miami/Temple football game, I think it's time for another story.
Every school has one. The hanger-on who nobody really likes but is tolerable in small doses. The sort of guy that you can take advantage of and will give you money if you need it without ever asking about getting it back. The sort of chap that adds absolutely nothing to your group but can be exploited if necessary. For the class one year older than me (and Iceman can confirm this), that guy was Hastings. We're going to just leave it as Hastings for privacy reasons but I may reference him later under one of his many aliases (Stacks, Stinger, Waste of Life, Faggot, Slaps, etc.).
The story of Stacks can't be told until you learn why he is so infamous. And when it comes to gaining notoriety, this is how you achieve it. In middle school, Stacks got into a bit of trouble during 8th grade science class. He was sent to the office. Why, you ask? Oh, he was just doing what every sensible kid does in the middle of school...masturbating. In class. He always denied it claiming that he was just simulating jerking off but no one ever believed it. The dude was stroking himself while the teacher (who was an old guy) discussed plankton. So as you can probably imagine, that is a tough label to shed.
Stinger became sort of a running joke throughout the school system. Which makes sense. He was ostracized. No one wanted to be seen talking to a chicken choker after all. Well, three years later we find ourselves on the same football team. As upperclassmen are wont to do, they try to make shithead sophomores do stupid shit that could be considered hazing. I remember telling Hastings to go fuck himself and then making the wanking motion at him more than a few times. This obviously did not make us BFF's. You know, instead of just getting to the meat of the post, how about I give you a quick laundry list of Slappy fun facts:
*Was one of those idiots who thought that 2Pac was still alive
*Most definitely took steroids
*Which was funny because he was 5'4" and really sucked at football
*Owned a wide variety of tank tops and cut-off t-shirts including a yellow Hulkamania shirt
*Was a Bills fan
*Tried to get Slayer played in the weight room and was denied upon every request
*Drove a Fiero
*Had really weird hair...it appeared to be Kelly Bundy bleach-blonde but sort of surfer-y and very dyke-y
*There was nothing funnier than when he got really pissed. It was like when Hulk Hogan used to get jacked up and started snorting and shit while his opponent was punching his face to no avail. It was hilarious.
So with that being said, let's fast forward to the juicy shit. His senior year (my junior year) our team was rotten. No one liked anyone. We hated all of the Seniors and they hated us. I remember one team meal the night before a game when the two classes damn near started a huge brawl in the parking lot. It was awesome. But during two-a-days (cringing at the thought of those), something set Stinger off. I would assume that it was something hilarious like me or someone else calling him out for beating his geek, but I don't remember. Either way, he quit the team. He didn't show up for the morning session of practice which I remember myself thinking was amusing. I was an asshole, you see. But after about 30 minutes into the afternoon hot-as-fuck practice, here comes old #56 running back onto the field in full pads. Everyone stopped. WE GAVE HIM THE FUCKING "RUDY" SLOW CLAP! I can't even describe how unintentionally funny this moment was.
I never stopped fucking with this guy, by the way. We were all just looking forward to the season being over with and had a week 8 or 9 game against a school that Ben Roethlisberger doesn't necessarily claim as his own anymore. Now, and I remember this VERY vividly, we used to run out of the locker room and jump on each other before going to the bench like you see a lot of teams still doing. Iceman would run out last and try to pretty much crowd-surf on the rest of the team. I, as well as the former hottest bartender in Columbus, would be right in front of him attempting the same feat. Since I have no ups, it usually resulted in me nearly breaking someone's neck. But on the night in question, I decided that I wanted to embarrass Hastings. And how would I do that?
I crushed him. I still laugh when I think about it. Hell, I'm laughing now. He was standing there waiting for the team to "break" and here I come running as fast as I can from 30 yards away. I drilled him in the back as hard as I could with my full force. He went flying like a rag doll into about 4-5 teammates. If that was during a game, it would have been a 90 yard clipping penalty, that is how good of a shot it was. He got up and was snorting mad. He found me and HBC laughing hysterically at him but Stacks didn't do anything. It was such an asshole move on my part but what can I say, it was goddamn funny. If I remember correctly, you could see the blindside of the century on the gamefilm. It was glorious. Seriously, who takes a cheap shot on his own teammate while running out of the locker room? Apparently it's THIS GUY, Jon Gruden!
After football season ended, Stacks and I ended up in the same Sports Nutrition class (easiest class ever). Lo and behold, we were assigned the same "kitchen". We actually got along alright and I'll freely admit that he isn't a bad guy, he just really sucks. And he got caught beating off in middle school. I can't tell you how many times I asked him if he washed his hands before class.
One day though, he brought in a list. No, not just any list. It was his "People To Kill" list. I clocked in at #3 behind the Pietsch brothers. I was flattered. I was the Boise State of Hastings Hate. Today, if someone did something like that they would shut the school down. I just laughed and called him a pussy while reminding him that 2Pac was being eaten by maggots. But I'm still proud of that...and I don't think that there was any chance in Hell that I could have passed one of the Pietsch's. Man, he hated those two!
I don't think that I've seen ol' Haystacks since he graduated high school in 1998. It's probably for the best though since he is likely still a douchebag while I'm cooler than shit and run a hip blog. About a year ago, I noticed that he was on Facebook so I requested his friendship. He accepted and then removed me from his friends list about a week later. Hilarious. That must be his revenge for the "Clip From Hell". I've tried a few other times to be his "friend" and have been ignored each time. Whatever. But from glancing at his page, you've got to respect a man whose "interests" are "Linsey Dawn McKenzie, Delotta Brown, Carmen Hayes, Ashley Sage Ellison, and Brandy Talore". And that's it. So if you search for Hastings on Facebook, the only thing that you know is that he loves adult models with huge natural hangers. Hilarious again. He's clearly still fond of stroking his cock. Hopefully, he doesn't feel the need to do it at middle schools though.
Wherever you are these days, Stacks, let it be known that I regret nothing and you still suck dicks. You made terrible food in Sports Nutrition anyway. Probably because you jerked off in it. Blow it out your ass, #56. Hastings is gay.