So every time I’ve tried to sit down and write about Saturday’s game and briefly attending the afterparty and how psyched I am for the Eastern Conference Championship and all that, I get totally overwhelmed and can’t decide where to start and then get caught up in some other thing I’m supposed to be dealing with and give up on the post. So I’m just gonna cut to the chase and start with this concrete item: I am hereby officially coining the phrase “to pull a Vicky Eddy.”
Pulling a Vicky Eddy means, essentially, “to come out of nowhere and completely decimate someone with absolutely no warning.” If you were involved in or in attendance at the Militia v. Sharks game last weekend, this should make sense; if you were not – well, first of all, sucks to be you. Yeah, it was raining and gross, but when you gotta go fishing, you gotta go fishing so if you weren’t there, you missed some fantastic moments. The one that’s relevant here is a little complicated and I think I’ll let the Backseat Coach give the detailed explanation, but basically, it involved a blocked PAT attempt chased down by a Shark, some confusion about rules and then, in the words of Weiny (#85):
me and barker were just standing right next to the girl thinking hmmm, do we hit her? touch her? is the play dead? then WHAMMMM!! like a freaking bat out of hell vicky eddy adds another hit to the highlight reel.
Your Militia Cheerleader does not as of yet have video of this event in her possession – you can see the first part of the play here starting around 1:55, but whaddaya know, the clip ends a fraction of a second before the moment that was the inspiration for this expression.
UPDATE: Video here! Make sure you’re watching the clip from June 12, and start it around 2:34.
Maybe complete footage will turn up at some point, [see above] but you should feel free to start using your new terminology anyway. Examples of correct usage:
I thought I was gonna be able to leave work early but my boss totally pulled a Vicky Eddy in our noon staff meeting and now I’ve got seven articles that need abstracts written by tomorrow morning.
– How should I tell her I want to move out? Should I sort of drop hints here and there for a while?
– Nah, dude. Just pull a Vicky Eddy and get it over with.
Try it at home, kids!
Moving on: the Backseat Coach and I continue to be distressed by the lack of the Militia Truck waiting by the entrance of the stadium. At least this time M.T. was in the vicinity, but seriously, what is going on? Backseat Coach thinks maybe its former locale by the front gate is a fire lane or something, but even if that were true, why banish the poor thing to the far regions when there’s plenty of closer places that would be perfectly legal? The second theory is that maybe management was worried it might be subject to acts of vandalism, but if that’s the case…um, did that not occur to you BEFORE you invented Militia Truck? But man, it’s too bad you don’t know anyone who, like, has connections with the auto business, ’cause I bet they know people who know how to fix that stuff.
What else? Oh! These girls! Yay! Other highlight of the game: the Pat Benatar song playing over the PA system ends, and one of these little ones keeps the moment alive by yelling out solo: “Hit me! With your BEST SHOT!” Rock on, little fisherwoman!
Finally: the Backseat Coach may start making some posts of his own around here; I think the author of any given post is displayed in teeny tiny writing underneath the post title but even if that’s not noticeable, I wouldn’t think it would be too hard to figure out who wrote what. Post contains the phrase “conference parity” or any reference to garbagetime? BSC. Post contains any paragraph beginning “So hey!” or the use of any variation of the word “effing”? MC in the house. Just figured I’d give you a heads up; didn’t want to pull a Vicky Eddy on you.
