The
Most Meat-heady Thing I've Ever Experienced
On the 1970s sitcom All In The Family, Archie Bunker often
referred to his son-in-law as "Meat-head", meaning he was a thick-headed
dope.
My definition of
'meat-head' is more modern, mainly meaning a over-confident male jock or
somebody with that attitude. Both usages imply a negative connotation, so
either is fine by me.
Some years ago, a friend
of mine was one of four winners in a contest to play football on the field at
MetLife Stadium, which was called Giants Stadium at the time, even though the Jets
also played there. Additionally, both teams claimed (and still declare ) New
York as their home even though the stadium is located in New Jersey.
Each winner got to bring
ten friends for two recreational games followed by a buffet in a suite which
probably cost more per game than the total value of everybody's car.
Our first game was
against the meat-head team, which I knew was the meat-head team because they
were all males around the six-foot mark in good physical shape.
They were wearing
matching shirts and chanting, or at least that's how I remember them. Regardless,
the first part was definitely true.
The team I was on varied
in physique and athletic ability, so the meat-heads had no problem scoring on
almost every play-- their own and ours.
Later in the game, after
they'd run up an insane score to overpower our zero points, I pulled aside the
meat-head who I thought was most reasonable, pointing out my friend and saying
it would make her day if she caught a pass, because she'd won the contest and
her favorite team was the Giants and she was really excited about the whole
thing. I was next up to be quarterback and would toss the ball to her, so I
would've appreciated his team easing up on her coverage.
And this was his reply…
"You want me to
throw the game!?"
The score was so lopsided
that I don't think we could've caught up in the time remaining even if the
other team wasn’t on the field.
But yeah, he was worried
one catch would've changed everything in the meaningless game.
As I stared in disbelief,
he went back to his team's huddle. (Yes, they were huddling and planning plays,
as they probably also did in a flag football league or something.)
A few seconds later,
their heads popped up to look at me. I remember hearing laughter but who knows
for sure.
I passed the ball to my
friend anyway but since they knew our play in advance, they were able to
intercept it and get a touchdown in all their meat-heady glory. It was
disgusting. I didn't think people like that actually existed.
To end on a nice note,
the second team we played against was far more practical. They varied in age
and size and we were even able to score some points! The meat-heads won their
second game too, crowning them champions of a non-existent league which
couldn't have mattered less.
But you know what? Their
egos obviously needed the wins, so good for them. I just hope that now they're
fat and soil their stained sweatpants all the time.
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