Rudy Too: The Unrelated Sequel To Rudy (not starring Sean Aston)
This much like the first movie Rudy is a story about someone named Rudy. However, this one goes a little different.
The poster would be me leaning on a heat press smiling and giving a thumbs up with this quote on the bottom.
“A kid born with fucked up feet dared to dream of more…”
Someone that had it all got paid pretty well, only to fall and rise again….to aspire to something greater adequete. Rudy lost his previous job and after his meager pay at his new job led to his eventual eviction and loss of transportation he was forced to sneak an air mattress into the stockroom of his new job and make a humble living there. Hoping, dreaming and waiting for his shot to shine…
(see the similarities to the original!?! Instead of living in the locker room with the wise old black janitor, I am living in a stock room at the ice rink! Although, I must say, though my current manager is really cool, he isn’t black…he’s going to have to be cast as an older black man. Because, lets be honest, don’t older black men always seem to have some secret wisdom to dole out?)
It just basically really dramatizes me doing simple things like scorekeeping in slow motion (which is already pretty slow motion), struggling at first to make jerseys but after overcoming his short comings (involving making straight lines with rulers), he turns out to be efficient at making the jerseys. After months of working hard he gets his shot. Not to ruin it completely but all this leads to the climax where Rudy realizes his life dreams only option of becoming a shift manager at the small store he works in, and eventually being an above average goalie in upper B men’s league hockey. Thus allowing him to make it to the poverty line, have to ability to arm the store security system, AND getting enthusiastic sexual contact from his girlfriend based on flashy glove saves. Basically a fairy tale ending.
All that being said, it is still awesome going to work at an ice rink and be surrounded all day by hockey. Not hard to get up for work at all.
Though it does suck that my computer, and xbox are broken, and i can’t play hockey for 2 more weeks because apparently my back is made of old man parts. My body is basically like a Covette with two spare tires. The potential is there, could be a high performance car…but you know…you REALLY shouldn’t go more than 50 miles on a spare.
I think the girl a Chic-Fil-A is hitting on me. Someone else starts ringing me but she will come out of the back, get the person off of the register and do it herself, and then make a little too much small talk. Girlfriend, don’t worry she’s not attractive (not that it would matter), but I could take one for the team for some free Waffle Fries and Polynesian sauce…and you know how good those two are!
One final note, Crazy Mike…Cookouts are supposed to be fun dude, just relax. Let the day happen. Don’t worry about minimum numbers of people. Have it at the house, cook some food have some drinks. Its planning a cookout, we’re not landing troops on Omaha Beach.
Bonerjams2010 said,
May 27, 2011 at 7:13 am
I found one flaw in your story. Omaha does not have any beaches…DUH!