Last night watching the Lions play the Giants I remembered an episode from my youth, a minor brush (literally) with fame, involving some of the Lion\u2019s players of the time. It was balmy late summer 1958 in Norman, Oklahoma, and 17 year old Poe was heading into his senior year in a few weeks. I was working late shift on a Friday at the now long defunct M&W ThriftyWise on west Main Street. My supervisor, the store\u2019s assistant manager, was a young man from New Jersey named Bob, who was a living contradiction, a tiny little fellow who possessed the physical strength of a man three times his 130 pound, 5\u20192\u201d stature. He was truly like a circus freak in the feats of strength he could perform with those scrawny little arms. He could easily beat any of us brawny young high-schoolers working there in arm and leg wrestling and I once saw him pick up a 100 pound sack of potatoes between his teeth and spin it like a dervish. He was a little wavy-haired blonde, and personable, a guy I might have truly befriended had he not been cursed by being a damned Yankee.<\/p>\n
So an hour or so before closing time, Bob asked me if I wanted to go have a couple of beers after work and being between girlfriends I jumped on the opportunity to go drinking with an adult. In those days, teens had no problems drinking in Oklahoma; I had my first beer sitting on a bar stool in a dive outside of Chickasha shortly after turning thirteen. However, the nicer places, the night clubs, were more meticulous in checking ID\u2019s, unless you were accompanied by an adult, and Bob\u2019s favorite hangout was a big nice club on the south side of town I\u2019d longed to see.<\/p>\n
A half hour after we closed and locked the front doors and cruised by the bank in Bob\u2019s Ford Fairlane, two-door hardtop, to drop off the day\u2019s receipts, Bob and I were comfortably ensconced in a luckily obtained large vinyl booth, sucking on a couple of icy longnecks surveying the numerous OU coeds popping in and out of the many other booths and gyrating on the dance floor. The joint was jumping when suddenly there was a ruckus at the front door and abruptly a half dozen of the biggest men I had ever seen in my life literally pushed their way into the room, forcing all the smaller folks to the side and out of the way. I looked at Bob with raised eyebrows and he said softly, \u201cLions.\u201d I shook my head and he explained, \u201cDetroit Lions, in town for an exhibition game Sunday.\u201d Then it clicked; I\u2019d heard at the pool hall that the Lions were going to play the Baltimore Colts in the OU stadium on Sunday.<\/p>\n
All I knew was that those were some of the biggest humans I\u2019d ever seen and as they stood at the edge of the dance floor surveying the encircling crowded booths, their gazes inevitably fell upon the two of us and our big, damned near empty booth. They elbowed each other and nodded our way causing me to shrink back and mutter, \u201cUh oh,\u201d to which Bob grinned and replied, \u201cRelax, we\u2019re good.\u201d I was having a hard time accepting that confident assessment as those Lions loomed larger until finally they were grouped in front of our booth literally cutting off light and sound from the rest of the room. One of them gave us a big friendly smile and said, \u201cHey guys we need your booth,\u201d to which little Bob said with a smile, \u201cSorry, dude, we\u2019re not done with it.\u201d <\/p>\n
The spokesman, who I later learned was Gil Main, a starting defensive end and tackle for Detroit as well as a professional wrestler, smiled around at his guys, admiring the audacity and said, \u201cYeah you are and we\u2019ll catch your tab, OK?\u201d Bob took a slow pull from his longneck and said in his prissy Yankee fashion, \u201cTell you what big fellow, I\u2019ll wrestle you for the booth,\u201d which brought hoots of laughter and playful jabs from the other behemoths. Main, with disbelief in his voice said, \u201cAre you kiddin\u2019 me, Buddy?\u201d which brought a determined shake of Bob\u2019s wavy blonde hair and a clear, confident, \u201cNope!\u201d <\/p>\n
And that is how Young Poe came to watch his diminutive boss dump an almost 300 pound Detroit Lion flat on his ass, twice, right there on the dance floor with music stopped and all those coeds watching breathlessly. He did it quite convincingly in an Indian arm wrestling contest that is all about speed and leverage, which Bob had in spades, and has nothing to do with size. Mains mistakenly disbelieved what had just happened to him and thought he\u2019d been tricked, so he said, \u201cThere\u2019s no way you can do that again cause I\u2019m ready for you this time, Punk!\u201d Well he wasn\u2019t; Bob again moved faster and took Main\u2019s hand back and down before the big man could react. When he hit the floor the second time he came up snarling and none of Bob\u2019s speed and strength made any difference as the big guy grabbed the back of Bob\u2019s collar and lifted him from the floor. I immediately found myself elevated in a similar manner and carried to the front door just in time to see Bob, held by his collar and belt, launched off the steps and out into the gravel drive. There was no time to admire the grace with which he landed because I was suddenly flying towards him with no grace whatsoever.
\nWhen we finally got ourselves up and brushed off, Bob was grinning from ear to ear, while I picked gravel from my face, and he said, \u201cWell that was a kick in the ass wasn\u2019t it? Wanna go back in?\u201d<\/p>\n
I never went drinking with Bob again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"