Tags: Boy Scouts, Coach Football, Dude, U.S. history, Washington
This classic piece of prose was originally published on August 21, 2001 in Dude. The essay would be honored later that year with a Pulitzer Prize for its searing insights and subtle eroticism.
So please enjoy and have a Happy Patriots Day. And to all those marathoners out there, don’t forget to grease your nips!
“I am a Big and Strong Patriot” by Coach Football
As every American must, I embarked on a fine excursion to our nation’s home capital last weekend. And let me tell you, I’m a different man. For serious.
I started my weekend by taking the big bus down there. What a great trip! They showed some movie with Big American Stars, including Harr Ford. It was some kind of thriller, with drama and murder and sexual in-you-endo. What a way to start it all!
So I get in, take the cab across the streets to my destination site, near the circle. Get out, go in, the tall boys are ready, crack ’em open, and sit out on the porch. People walking down the street, moving to the traffic beats. Americans! All of them!
That night I slept on the cold concrete floor. Waking up, showering, talking. Taking the subway line down to the place. Look at the tourists crowding in and panicking and arguing and looking at maps. On the contrary, I’m prepared! I know where I’m going!
All of a suddenly, I’m standing in the Art Gallery. What a place! Art all around, by Italians, Germans, the Dutch, even Americans. Many different artsy stylings, techniques, and colors. The American stuff is not highly regarded though. So they keep it hidden to the right side.
They have this whole ‘nother building that was built in the late 1970s by Jimmy Carter. That gave me pause. My understanding of the facts goes something along the lines that Carter was made fun of so much that nothing got done during his Term. During the Energy Nightmare, Americans became increasingly disillusioned with the Southerner. Then Reagan freed the hostages, sold the arms to Central America, and defined the mid-1980s. Continue Reading Patriot’s Day Rerun…
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It has often been said that your marriage is only as strong as your ability to stave off former reality show contestants who are attracted to your creepy affection.
And in the case of my marriage, I’d have to say that adage holds true.