Life, According to Road House

It might be strange to hear that back in my college days, the people in my fraternity, Tau Kappa Epsilon (Rho Kappa, Chapter) did some pretty strange and unusual things. No, it’s true. While I was flying by the letter of the law and going to class, some of my other brothers (we call them Fraters – because we are cool like that) did some strange stuff. Such as Rollerblade around the halls in dorms, oh wait, that was me. There was also the rollerblading down the sidewalk in front of Stubbs dormitory (Longwood (College) University) and jumping down the stairs… kind of a like a X-games type of event, but wait… that was me too. Dang!

Oh, I only witnessed the launching of water balloons with a huge launcher that would send them at high speeds at unsuspecting people 50-100 yards away. I heard rumors that rodents were involved at one point, but I think that may have been someone trying to launch himself.

As a prelude to my roommate Gray (Like the color) and my watching of Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country, 24 hours a day, except during rewinding the tape in our Brother’s Suite was a continuous showing of the movie Road House. I don’t think that I ever sat down to watch it completely after the first time, but you didn’t need to. You could see a scene and know exactly what was going on.

And now with the passing of Mr. Swayze (even the name was kinda fun to say… and his mom’s name is: Patsy [bet he was NEVER called that!]), I’m reminded of the wisdom of that movie. Considering that IMDB only has it as a 5.7 out of 10, I bet I could find it at the $5 Bargin Bin at Wal-Mart.

All you have to do is follow three simple rules.
One, never underestimate your opponent. Expect the unexpected.
Two, take it outside. Never start anything inside the bar unless it’s absolutely necessary.
And three, be nice.

If somebody gets in your face and calls you a cocksucker, I want you to be nice.
Ask him to walk. Be nice. If he won’t walk, walk him. But be nice.
If you can’t walk him, one of the others will help you, and you’ll both be nice.
I want you to remember that it’s a job. It’s nothing personal.

Steve: Being called a cocksucker isn’t personal?
Dalton: No. It’s two nouns combined to elicit a prescribed response.
Steve: What if somebody calls my mama a whore?
Dalton: Is she?

I want you to be nice until it’s time to not be nice.


About planet3rry

Marathoner, A Terry of all trades
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1 Response to Life, According to Road House

  1. Patrick says:

    “It’s my way … or the highway.”

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