Of The Raptor
We all have and give
nicknames. In the group of golf buddies I play with the
nicknames include: Beaner, O, Curly, E, Skinny Boy, Munster, The
Dominator aka RDD, Barney and Wallet Toss. For many years, I
was known as "Carny". It was in the late 1990's
that one of my buddies, Beaner, started referring to me as "Carny
Man". I guess that this was a veiled reference to a
toothless Carnival worker, the type of which would generally hover
near the Ferris wheel and reek of BO and beer.
I must have taken
offense to the alternate nickname because while I was Playing the
15th hole at Lakeview CC, I recall telling my cart buddy, RDD,
that I did not like being called "Carny Man" and I
wasn't toothless but was in fact carrying a mouthful of sharp
teeth similar to a Raptor's. It should be noted that I had
probably just seen one of the Jurassic Park flicks.
Anyhow, after telling
RDD about the Raptor, I said that I was going to start calling
myself "The Raptor" and I remember RDD, with casual ease
saying, "Alright Raptor, I'll start calling you The
Raptor." So after round, I announced that I was sick of
the Carny Man stuff and I would now bew known as The Raptor.
This was met with a general round if discontent but,
unfortunately, The Raptor had spoken.
Since then, everyone's
been calling me The Raptor.
Several years ago, The Raptor was just starting to get
involved in the political scene and it came to pass that
during the Bush - Gore Presidential contest, which was
unfortunately won by George W. Bush, the local Democratic
Party had a gathering at the Local Polish Falcons Nest
down on East 3rd St and the featured speaker was Al
The Raptor had remembered that he had in his vast
library a book written by Franken called "Rush
Limbaugh Is A Big Fat Idiot!". So armed with
the book, I went to the Falcons to get it
autographed. I really didn't have an interest in
what was happening as far as the political stuff.
The place was a zoo and Franken was late. I was
lucky to get the autograph. He only spoke for
maybe...20 minutes...told some unfunny jokes...and as he
wrapped up his speech, there was a mad dash of about 20 to
30 individuals including camera crews from at least two local
TV Stations trying to get a word from him.
I had been smart enough to bring along a Sharpie and
somehow the sea of humanity parted and I found myself
directly in front of him. I showed him the book...he
laughed out loud and signed it.
He was asking me who I wanted it addressed to and I
stated "The Raptor"...however since it was so
noisy in the room, he had difficulty hearing me but
fortunately I was able to repeat it and he understood.
Thanks for the memories, Al!
|The Raptor is not some figment of the
imagination!...well...ok...The Raptor is a figment of the
imagination. But, with that being said, check out this cover
from a Golf Magazine subscription. The is a back story
here. When I was filling out the subscription card I filled
it in with "The Raptor" and several weeks later the mag
came. My spouse was ticked! But it just goes to show
you that any one can create an identity.