Bald Eagle

This post is based on a conversation I had with my cousin, Buzz. It has nothing to do with how “hot” his girlfriend is. She is at most a 4, in the dark.

Have you ever been on a sports team where every participant changes in-and-out of their gear in front of each other? This often occurs in a locker/changing room facility, where benches run in rows inside a giant square of lockers. Bathrooms are often attached to these rooms, with toilet stalls running down one side, and a communal shower aligning the other. It is in these rooms that shame is laid a side, and the exposure of one’s body is expected and accepted. But what do you do when you come across a “bald eagle.”

Here’s the scenario: You are changing out of your hockey gear after a game when you notice across the room that something is different. You sit across the room from the same people every game so you know the scene well, but there is something different about this particular day. Muffled, you scan the room to try and detect what the difference may be. Then it hits you.  Someone brought a bald eagle to that day’s game, not the classic bush-snake that everyone is accustomed to. You notice that other people take notice as well. Some begin to stare, and a feeling of mutual wonder fills the rooms. Why would someone do such a thing? Do they not realize that the rest of the room notices? Left uncomfortable by the situation, you put your head down and try and work out the reasoning for such an occurrence. You attempt to look elsewhere in the room, but no matter where you look, the bald eagle is staring you down. Then, to further your understanding of the situation, you decide to look up and see who brought the bald eagle to the game. You look up, and it’s your father. 

Now what are you supposed to do?... all comments welcome.

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