Saturday, March 26, 2011

We're a Fucking Tripod


So I'm in the middle of packing for a road trip tomorrow (which means unless I do some live blogging tomorrow, which I'm considering along with video, but don't hold me to it, no posts til Sunday), and I got to thinking about the movie The Girl Next Door. I still love this movie, but was absolutely obsessed with it when it came out. I was a senior in high school when it did, or maybe just going into senior year, and I just found it insanely easy to relate to. Plus, the addition of Baba O'Reilly and Under Pressure makes it even fucking better.

But there's a point in the movie where the dude who curses a lot and watches porn is convincing Klitz (love it) that he has to help them make a porn (watch the movie, I won't do it justice with a summary). And he says this: "Do you know what we are, the three of us? We're a fuckin' tripod. And you know what that means? That means if you kick out one of our legs, we all fall." My two best friends and I, we're a tripod. When I look back over the last two years, of all the jerseys I've chased, banged, loved, mild to moderately stalked, cried over, laughed over, and seen naked, Jock and Michelle, those two made it possible. I could never in a million years have pulled off the shit I write about today, had they not been there.

When my ex laxer dumped me, I was in a weird transition. Post college, so I wasn't living with my college buds anymore (both of whom were in grad school). My other friends all had jobs they liked that took up a lot of their time. I was the youngest person at the office I was working at. And I missed my ex boyfriend horribly. I just didn't have anyone really to like, relate to at that point. Jock had been introduced to me two years previous at Thanksgiving, and I was so fucking intimidated by her. She really is gorgeous, and she had perfect Farrah Fawcett hair and this sick tweed jacket that she let me borrow because I was freezing. And when she let me borrow the jacket, I realized she wasn't a bitch. And I developed a huge chick crush on her.

Michelle? Michelle once drove me home drunk from a diner when I was in college and home for a weekend. I was friends with her younger brother all through high school (and still am). And when I got my job in the city post grad, we took the train together. And we just kind of clicked.

Jock and Michelle both graduated 3 years ahead of me. We had all gone to high school together but all ran in different crowds (me in a different grade obv). But when I suggested the three of us chill at a hockey game one weekend, it's like we had been buds forever. That shit just fell into place.

Without them, I don't think I would have gotten over my ex as quickly or efficiently as I did. Those two were like a new lease on life, you know? They didn't know anything about my ex, other than what I divulged. So they weren't part of that history. It was an opportunity to start part of my life without him in it, a part of my life that didn't remind me of him, a part of my life that had NO connections to college lacrosse or his college or anything. And the fact that they're both pretty fucking hot helped a lot. I loved going out with them because the three of us fucked with everyone (in the sarcastic sense, not the literal sense ha). We always had each other's back.

They've been through hockey, soccer and some baseball with me. We have more stories collectively about so many teams than ESPN does. We've had so many fails in front of teams together that have literally brought us endless hours of fucking hilarity. Any time I offer up a ridiculous idea to go to some random city or country and go see a game and party with a team, they never hesitate. Shame just doesn't exist in our friendship. And even when shit doesn't turn out the way we plan, it's like nothing can ever go so badly wrong that I'd take it back.

I think when people ask me how I put up with a lot of the bullshit that being a JC draws into my life, it always comes back to those two. Because they get it. They relate to it. They aren't jersey chasers themselves, by any means. But they just get it. It's like we have this whole, very large, very athletic inside joke all to ourselves sometimes. And I look back and think "how the fuck did we pull that off?" Some of those stories are in the book - the most impressive and what the fuck ones, anyway - and the details do a far better job of explaining the relationship I have with those two, and the beyond shady shit we do together (nothing sexual you pervs). But tomorrow we're doing the tripod thing again, and even if it ends up being one big fail, I'm so stoked. These two bring out the best in me, to be honest. The funniest, most confident parts of my personality come out when I'm around them. Because I know even if I make a total jackass out of myself, if I say the wrong thing, or fuck the wrong guy, or fall on my face (Jock) or get too zealous, they'll be there to back me up if a guy is a dick.

I wouldn't have experienced half the shit or banged around with half the guys had these two not come into my life and made most of these stories not only possible, but exponentially more unique and hilarious. They make me feel like it's okay to be on this level of crazy.

I love my tripod. And I think everyone - be they a jersey chaser or not - should have a pair of friends as perfectly molded to your life, as I have. It makes all the difference in the world.

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