A Wake Forest friend just shared this…
“This is making the rounds,” he writes. “Pretty great, if true.”
Rarely are there moments in our lives that as soon as they occur, we know we will remember them for the rest of our lives. But when they do occur, they must be cherished and appreciated. For me, one of these such moments happened last night. The following will recount this awesome development of events.
A little background: As I am sure most are familiar, Greg Paulus (former Duke PG, professional ******) is now trying to play football somewhere next year. He worked out for the Packers, and early on the rumors were it was nearly a done deal to Michigan. Apparently, Michigan eventually backed off and he began to look elsewhere. The University of Nebraska has been talking to Paulus, and he is also looking at Syracuse (where he should go). Most Nebraska fans are not in favor of bringing Paulus in.
Yesterday, Greg Paulus was visiting the University. I attend the University of Nebraska for those who don’t know (well, at least for one more week, I graduate on Saturday May 9). Greg Paulus is on my campus. Go through the entire day without seeing him. Fast forward to last night when we are downtown at the bars. I get a text from one of my good friends that says “Greg Paulus at the Rail!”. ******* awesome. First thought that pops into my head: we have to rip on him. And then it comes to me: the ultimate move. A few of my friends and I have a long standing tradition of “taking charges” or “flopping” on random people in public places. This manuver is executed exactly how one would think. When someone is walking the opposite direction of you, you simply get in front of them, let them bump into you, and you fall over, like a charge in basketball. The humor in this comes from observing their reactions and the overall strangeness of this occurring in a public place.
So instantly I tell my friends that we have to flop on Greg Paulus. Paulus is the epitome of flopping. Much of his douchosity comes from his egregious flopping on the basketball court. These flopping endeavors have been well documented on youtube and blogs all over the internet.
As my friend and I are leaving the bar we are currently at to head to The Brass Rail, where Paulus is at, we see the opportunity. Ahead of us, Greg Paulus is walking down the street towards us. Paulus is bordered by a random dude on each of his sides. My friend looks over at me and says “This is my moment. I have to do this.” As Paulus gets closer, he gets ready. And then right before they get to us, he slides over, sets up in front of Paulus at the last second, and Paulus bumps into him. He takes the charge, flopping to the pavement. Paulus then gets the weirdest look on his face like WTF? My friend makes the charge signal that referees do, gets up, and we continue walking. The look on Paulus’ face was priceless. After a few seconds of being confused as ****, I think it sunk in to him what we had just done.
I know to most of you this story may sound childish, boring, or not really that funny. To me, it represents the culmination of years of flopping, Duke hatred, and Greg Paulus douchebagginess all rolled into one. I never imagined something this ******* awesome would happen. Indescribeable.