Official Greatest Story Ever Entry #2

I had a really hard time picking which story I would tell from my college days. I will probably second guess this entry for the rest of my life, but here it goes. (okay, probably not for the rest of my life, but maybe for the next hour or so.)

Official Greatest Story Ever Entry #2

It was six o'clock on a Monday evening, early fall. The guys of Doux Chene 120 were hanging out trying to do anything other than study. One of them, the one they called B or 5k or Bryan, (they called him a lot things) was thinking hard about getting himself a girlfriend. The rest of them were thinking hard about the Monday Night Football game about to kick-off.

B got up from the couch and headed into his room. Five minutes later he emerged in some maroon athletic shorts, a grey cut-off t-shirt, one white arm sweat band and one super sweet head band. One of the guys, Joey, taken aback from the sight asked, "What in the world are you doing?" B, taking the bewildered looks in stride simply replied, "I'm going to go drive up to campus and drop off my truck and then run back here. I have measured it out and it is only 4 miles to campus from here. I am going to run it tonight and get up tomorrow and run back to campus to get my truck."

Silence filled the room.

Then the super cool roommate, the one they called Jake spoke up. "There is no way in the world you make that man." And in a very encouraging tone he added, "You are a fool." B comfortably rebuttled, "I bet you I can" as if he expected the reaction he was receiving from the start. Jake, the good looking roommate, piped up again, "I'll take that bet. In fact I will give you 20 bucks straight up if you make it all the way from campus to 120 without ever stopping or ever walking." B smiled slyly. "You are going to regret that," he said as he walked out the apartment with a little hop in his step.

B left the apartment around 6:15 pm. The pregame for football began at 6:30. The pregame show ended at 7:00. The game started. The first quarter came to a close. The second quarter began. It was a good game. The second quarter came to an end. Halftime. Nick, one of the roommates of 120 looked at the clock. It was now a little past 8:00. B was nowhere to be found. "You think B is dead on the side of the road somewhere?" Nick asked. "Yep" answered Joey and Jake at the same time. Halftime came to an end. There was the kickoff for the second half and a good drive. Still no B. Jake began to get a little worried. He thought, I know B is out of shape, but it shouldn't be taking him this long. I wonder if he got ran over. I wonder how much damage hitting B would do to a car? I wonder if there is any food in the refrigarator? The third quarter came to a close. It was past 9:00. Jake asked the guys of 120, "You want to hop in the car and go try to find B?" They all did.

Jake, Ben, Joey and Nick all hopped in Jake's super sweet Ford Mustang. It was a little tight. Then with the windows rolled down they set-out on the road to find their lost girlfriend desiring out of shape roommate. They were all prepared to be driving all night, pinning up signs with B's beautiful face on them that would read, Have You Seen Me? But much to the guy's surprise when the turned down the first street there was B. A mere 2 blocks away. Jake stepped on the gas so he could pull up next to him. Joey, Nick and Ben hung out the windows of Mustang Sally to get a better view. There was B in all of his glory. His shirt had changed from a light grey to a black due to the sweat that it had soaked up. His super cool headband was crooked and sagging due to the amount of perspiration it held. B's face was red and he was breathing hard. He was running, but running slower than most grandma's can walk. But he was running nonetheless. Jake got worried that he might actually have to pay up. He called out from the window, "Dude, have you stopped yet? Have you walked yet?" B smiled. "2 blocks to go and I haven't walked or stopped. Just been running as slow as I can so I can pace myself" he said threw huffs and puffs. Ben, Joey and Nick started to yell with glee. B was going to do it. They couldn't believe it. Neither could Jake. The guys started singing "Eye of the Tiger" as Mustang Salley cruised next to B. "It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight..." they bellowed out. B began to get exicted. He began to pick up the pace. Less than a block and a half. He started running to keep up with the car. The guys kept singing, B started throwing punches in the air. He knew he was going to make it.

Then it happened. In mid stride, in the middle of throwing a strong left hook in the air during a wonderful serenade of the first verse of Eye of the Tiger, B blew. Vomit everywhere. Like a bathtub faucet getting turned on, everything in B came shooting out. There he was bent over, throwing-up and...stopped. The guys couldn't believe it. Not only was that one of the most disgusting things they had ever seen, but there was B less than a block away from the apartment stooped over and not running. Mustang Salley came to a stop. The guys checked on B and he said he was okay. He just wanted to finish the race. A man's man.

They guys pulled into the parking lot and ran up to the apartment to get some toilet paper to form a finish line for B to run through. (And then clean up with.) B turned into the parking lot and ran through the finish line. Jake smiled. And with a sly look on his face he said, "Guess God didn't want you to get my 20 bucks. Better luck next time."

B had Nick drive him into school that next morning to get his truck. They laughed as they past the point in the road still covered with B's dinner from the night before.