Monday, May 14, 2007

Dunk a Dukie!

This past weekend, there was a carnival at Julie and Z's school. One of main attractions was a summer fair classic---the dunk tank!

A couple of days before the fair, word got out that there was a shortage of volunteers to sit in the dunk tank. Our pastor and principal had signed up, but not a single other person.

Then, at a parents' association meeting, a friend of ours suggested that someone should ask me. You see, whenever we go to their house on the Chesapeake Bay, I'm the one parent who jumps in and takes the kids on little adventures around the cove. So, she reasoned, I must really like the water. Actually, I like warm water...especially on a spring day when it is "only" in the 70s! Thankfully, our pastor had insisted on filling the tank with comfortable water as a condition of his participation. OK, then, I was good to go!

But here's the problem. It's a no-brainer for kids to come dunk the pastor and principal. But what about me? What about this random dad? (I don't think I made too many enemies as school board president...but, then again, I don't have eyes in the back of my head!)

So here's what I came up with--Dunk a Dukie! I decked myself out, head to toe, in Duke stuff (not hard to do, if you look inside my closet!). Then, before my turn, I walked around the carnival, getting in the face of all of the little Terrapins I could find. (Along the way, I did encounter a few Tar Heels, who must be lost, roving this far from the mothership.) By the time I had climbed onto the "hot seat," I had an army of 4th-6th grade boys waiting to take me down!

I then spent the next 45 minutes up there babbling on about all things Duke...when, of course, I wasn't in the water! It must have worked, because at one point, one of the dads who was working the tank (a nice guy I had just met) could take no more and pressed the button, sending me down for an "bonus" dunk! I don't know, maybe it was my ranting about how the Tar Heels, and not the Terps, are Duke's real rival. (Like anyone in North Carolina needs to be told that...but, hey, we're up here at the North Pole, where the view of the world sometimes gets a little skewed.)

Then there was the time when, without warning, the bench collapsed and I hit the water. I looked around, and there behind the tank was Nathan, one of Z's friends, with a devilish grin on his face. He had pulled the lever, thereby discovering yet another way to send me for an "unauthorized" swim. Nice job, dude!

And then there was Julie, who successfully hit the target with one of her balls, earning herself immense satisfaction...and a two-week grounding!

~Steve

1 Comments:

At 4:17 PM, Blogger Sharon said...

Don't you DARE ground that girl! Good arm Julie!!! Great idea about dunking a Duke!! I'll bet your activities (and mouth) generated the most money for the carnival!

 

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