"Throw 'em in the River"

Circa the "Animal House" years... oh, roughly 1974... Twelve of us, "Alligator snap-snap" fraternity buds... The Alligator snap-snap came from one of my airline buddies and I think it inferred "uppity, rich, and arrogant." HA, whilst it was an expensive college - 80% of us were on financial aid...

Anyways, us twelve heathens decided to have a cold one... so, we grabbed the one fraternity brother that actually was 21, piled into an old cargo van and headed for the River.. Good times, great stories, brothers.

Long about the fourth beer, shit, up pulls the local Sugar Creek Police... There we were, twelve of us, tossing beer after full beer into the river... Our van was now empty, no evidence. The bright bright light shining into our eyes - we were lined up in a row for Sheriff Roscoe P. Coltrane and Enos to interrogate us...

"HOW OLD ARE YOU?" Roscoe scoldingly looked at the unlucky first brother in line... "21 Sir."... Moving to his right "HOW OLD ARE YOU?"... "Ahm, 22 Sir."... Further down "AND YOU?" "21 sir.".. and thru the twelve, we spouted back "21 Sir".. "21 Sir"... "22 Sir"... etc.. until the last brother recited his purported age... I'm certain 80% of us had fake ID's justifying our answers.. but Roscoe and Enos didn't ask...

Turning away.. and walking back to his car Roscoe stopped and said "THEN WHATINTHEHELL ARE YOU DOING THROWING AWAY ALL THAT GOOD BEER?"... with that, he and Enos hooted and hawed their way back down the road.. surely eager to get back to the station to fill their brethren in on our story... Oh well, 36 beers tossed into the River is still a lot better than a minor in possession charge.. Pride is hard to swallow but it will go down...

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Son's 13-14 year old Little League team. We were average, in a very very good league... The perennial League Champs whomped up on us EVERY time we played - no matter how well we played. Wouldn't have been so bad 'ceptin for their idiotic chant that always ended "throw 'em in the River" -> referring to us, the Yankees, their opponent. Disgust - and it made you want to kick their booty but our talent prevented us from doing so... Year after year, they threw us in the River.

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Match.com. The very last sentence on my stupid little "advertisement" (or profile, whichever you wanna call it) said "and if I find 'HER', I will throw this thing in the River. (This being the computer.).... I pray, I hope I don't screw this up, because 'HER' is here. In the flesh. Gorgeous gorgeous "Gracie".. (Her nickname).. It's frankly all good - and it's like we've been on a one month date... I know that's drippy and sappy, but tis true. I ain't gonna toss the computer in the River - but thank goodness I'm done with Match.com and the seemingly never ending quest for a mate.

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Drove by that park at the River yesterday... Oh so many great memories of the past.. yet, all the focus for me was today and tomorrow... I like the River...