wilas101 |
03-28-2005 05:58 PM |
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here is a band that played at Spinnaker that really ROCKED!
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If you stand out on the balcony on the backside of Spinnaker and look directly out toward the water you can see the spot where I got my ass whupped during Spring Break '90.
<story follows if you're interested>
I was in the Army at the time, stationed in Ft. Campbell, and like good infantry troops do, my squad moved as a unit to Panama City one weekend for spring break.
The first night a buddy (Benton) and I were walking down the beach and we were absolutely hammered. Came up on a group of guys (I wanna say 5 or 6 but honestly don't remember) who were chilling in lounge chairs and they got up and stopped us and told us we couldn't cross this line they'd drawn in the sand.
Being the hard chargin' drunk grunt I was I promptly sounded off with a resounding "fuck You!" and stepped across. I was met with a right cross which knocked me back across the line at which point I got up and said "fuck You!" again and stepped back across. Rinse and Repeat.
After I took the 3rd shot to the face and got back up Benton pointed me in a different direction and we continued on with me "fuck You'ing" everyone we came across until he got me back to the car and I passed out on the hood.
I woke up the next morning laying in the living room floor of the place where we were staying so I started asking questions about why my eye hurt. Benton relayed the story to me because I could only remember pieces of it and it was then that we found out that while I was playing punching dummy for some jackass the other 10 members of our squad were standing on the balcony trying to see across the beach so they could watch "some guy" get his ass kicked.
We all went back the next night and recon'ed in force for the guys but couldn't find them to exact revenge. I also gave Benton a lot of shit for not jumping in and helping me instead of just dragging me off but he contends that he couldn't take them all alone given my level of intoxication.
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