Tiger & Pledge

I've got a long list of guys who at some time or another have ventured down to my basement to play around at trading swats. Then there's even a longer list of guys who have exchanged e-mails with me right up to the point of coming over for some paddle play but then faded away. Only one time have I had more than one paddler/paddlee visiting at a time. Tiger is always the most dependable. Old hard butt who's willing to put up with my humor. Pledge is a big guy whose adventures in my basement I described in a post here a month or two ago. He's the ex-college football player, pledge master, and major paddle swinger who turned my basement into a high-fiving, back slapping fraternity house for an evening. Had tried before to get Tiger and pledge together, but because of bad traffic and bad schedules it wasn't working. So this last Friday I decided that I would try to get Tiger and Pledge and any of the other guys on my list together and see if we could make it one big paddle party. Getting guys together is a chore. Cat had to tend the store. Frank had his wife tending him. Vinnie was working on the railroad. Don had unexpected company from out of town. Not to mention all of those who didn't even respond to my invitation. So Friday night there was Tiger, always dependable. Amazingly smooth, hairless butt that just seems to love a pounding. And pledge amazingly well behaved or subdued. Almost disappointing. But he has a presence that fills a space and creates an atmosphere with an arm that can really swing a paddle. He figured out early that Tiger can really take more than his share, and that Bill who says he loves this stuff is really a wimp and can take it but tone it down a little. So all of the paddles, and sticks and brushes and belts were lined up. And that's how we started. Went right down the line, each took one swat from each guy. Three of us so each gets two swats with each weapon. Times how many implements? 18! Some more serious than others. A good way to warm up. And then being good members of the tradingswats group took http://profiles.yahoo.com/paddle_me_till_i_scream 's suggestion for a dry spell (Message# 396) and turned it into a group project. Needed coins, between the three of us: one dime, one nickle, and three pennies. Thank god nobody had a quarter. Would have been a short game. So if you recollect, toss the coins and those that land tails turn into swats. I started and they all landed tails except two pennies. Add it up, look at my sore butt. Tiger and Pledge did there duty on it. And then it went around. Good game really. At least we let the guy taking the swats pick the implement of torture. Now I've got some major boards. But when my butt is on the line, and I am due for double digit swats, and I get to pick what's gonna bruise my butt, I can assure you I pick the baby paddle. Whatever they can do the least damage with.

So it was a joyous night. In the end it seemed pledge took some major bruising. He had one sore looking butt. Tiger who has a baby smooth butt and can really take a pounding seemed to walk away unharmed. And Bill who is constantly pleading please take it easy, guys is in pretty good shape. Sunday morning there is still a warm feeling, but a nice reminder.

Happy I had the guys over. Maybe next time we'll draw a crowd. But then we know, lot of guys out there playing like they want to do this butt pounding stuff, but do what they can to avoid it.

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