WAG - ”Is there something in the water?"
This is the question I asked while I stood in the doorway and looked at the girls who were trying to “sail” their cardboard “boat” down the stairs at the end of the hallway.
At the time, I asked if the “captain” wanted to borrow my bike helmet. The politely refused my help and returned to their room. A few minutes later when they reemerged from “port” with additional supplies (several lengths of bubble wrap placed in key areas they wanted padded), it reaffirmed for the second time in 20 minutes that I love college.
The ruckus that first jolted me from my room can only be described with one word: Hulkamania.
I heard a group come enter the floor yelling loudly and banging on doors. “You can’t stop it! Nothing can stop it!” was the only phrase I could make out. The voice become more distinct as the rumbling came closer. I finally placed the person as a first floor person who frequented the ground floor (as many cool people do), as he pounded on my door saying “Not even you can stop it, Caleb!”
Okay, now I was involved – and very curious.
Opening my door, I saw a crowd of people moving down the hall. Moving closer, I first spotted a guy with a crop of blond hair circling a bald spot, wearing red underwear on the outside of his yellow sweat pants, and topped by a yellow sweatshirt with Hulkamania written in red.
He was being cheered on by the crowd, but mainly by a tall guy in a tacky plaid sports jacket, stripped paints, and sporting black shades indoors…at night. He was calling out things like, “That’s my boy!’ and “Come on! I taught you better than that!” There was also a person filming them, but he certainly wasn’t the highlight.
Apparently, the person playing Mr. Hulkamania was planning on shaving his reddish blond hair. Deciding to have some fun before it totally did away with his old hairdo, he dyed it blond and shaved the top, making him look eerily like classic Hulk Hogan (not the modern, darker “Hollywood Hulk Hogan”).
He was being assisted by another friend, who is also the ground floor governor, who played the role of his energetic, overly ambitious agent.
The two made for quite a combination.
Cramer was only the halfway point for the evening fun. Earlier, the duo had crashed “Comedy Wars,” the campus improv show, at the Memorial Union. Before leaving the hall, they picked a fight with the burliest guy on the floor (who trounced both of them at the same time [even as Hulkamania kept calling him “Andre the Giant”]) and then played a WWF Playstation game. “Hulkamania needs to practice,” he said before challenging and beating the electronic version of Andre. This was all done while mugging for the video camera.
The last scheduled stop was the Student Rec(reation) Center, where they were going to go lift weights. The agent was going to change into shorts and retain his jacket and sunglasses, while Hulkamania said he had no reason to change anything.
I hope to see the video highlights when this is all done.
While writing all this, in the distance, I could hear the soft sound of popping bubble wrap. It’s days like this when I appreciate living in the residence halls surrounded by vibrant and creative people.
This is also the day where I my sister interrupted a shower with a phone call asking for tips for drinking a gallon of milk (for a friend, NOT for herself).
All in all, I can honestly say, I love college… though our water supply is definitely spiked with something.
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