A new enemy

So at the end of last weekend, I was dispatched to the airport to pick someone up. As I was waiting for my guest, I had some time to kill, so I found the only actual bar at port columbus semi-international airport, in hopes of killing some time, and watching the NBA Championship game 2. As I approached, it cut to a commercial, so I asked one of the two other patrons at the bar what the score was. One, was a not all that tall, but super built young black male, whom I somewhat recognized (I knew he was a football player, but could not place him). His companion, was even bigger, but much more out of shape. both could have easilly dispatched me, no problem. The bigger, cooler one, was nice enough to tell me his version of the score, which was pretty close. He was alright. his buddy, whom was clearly a football player, most likely in the NFL due to my age assesment, his Scouting Combine keychain, Reebok duffle bag with NFL logo, and gay, tilted NFL hat. It had the makings of a decent hat. I have one similar that says Bengals, his was just the NFL shield, and he was wearing it like CC Sabathia. He turned and sized me up, like I was a chick at the bar in a bad 80’s movie. I was instantly overcome with the urge to mess with this dude, for a number of reasons. First, to find out who he was, I knew the face, but could not place him. I knew he was a running back, that must have been decent in College, but not from OSU, and he was likely an NFL backup. If he hit me, it would make the paper, and I could finally remember who he was. The other reason to mess with him, was he was a giant turd sandwich. He clearly was a current or former NFL player, and wanted people to know it, but tried to act like he was better than everyone, even though he knew he just wanted to have white people come up and ask for his autograph, and make him feel special. none of that for me. I continued talking to his friend, as I waited for my beverage. Captain backup running back cut in and asked, who I wanted to win. I said I thought the NBA was gay, and was a lukewarm Cav’s fan. He proceeded to laugh and say “Over-rated Lebron James, all he does is make wide open dunks”. I laughed back just said “he’s pretty good”. I wanted to mess with him, and stand up for Lebron, but this dude was still pretty big. Not too tall, but his arms were giant, and I’m sure he could outrun my car. He kept yapping, and yapping, as I tried to place him, but it just did not come. I still have no idea who he was, but I know this much. he was definitely a running back, good enough to get free NFL shit, but not good enough to be a star, or let alone try to cover his fame. He did not play at OSU, and does not play for the Browns, as saying bad things about Lebron would be a career ender in Cleveland. I thought about making a joke about holding clipboards, and fake diamond ear rings, but I held back. His friend was cool, and was obviously his lone entourage member which definitely makes him a backup running back. About the time I finished my drink, they left, his buddy made a somment about my Reds shirt, and he made another joke about no NBA team in Cincy, and they walked away. I asked the bartender if he recognized the dude, and he said he looked familiar, but did not know for sure who he was, and was a shitty tipper, which sealed the deal on the backup running back thing.
I still have no idea who this queer was, but I know he was somewhatt decent in college, since I knew his face, but not his name. Obviously he was heading to or from a mini-camp in some NFL city, as he was decked out in Reebok and under armor gear, and his buddy was carrying his bag. I do know this.
He made a powerfull enemy that night, and I will find out his name, and spread horrible rumors about him, and the chick from John and Kate plus 8. If there is a just god, this dude will be cut, and bounce from team to team, before landing in Cincinnati, where I can see him on Hard Knocks, and call him out as a butt pirate with giant arms. I kinda think he played at an SEC school, as he had that whole “sister raper” look to him, and he did leave a shitty tip. He could also have been a west coaster, as he was on Kobe Bryants nut sack.
My new goal in life, is to find this guys identity, which means he either has to get arrested, or the guy in front of him gets hurt, he steps in, plays awesome, and then gets arrested. This may be the only way to find my newest enemy. In the meantime, I’m gonna just pretend it was Percy Harvin, and send him hate mail. If anyone knows about any shitty running backs flying through columbus this past sunday, or any teams who started a minicamp on monday, or had one end on Sunday, let me know, so I can check their roster until it hits me, and I can focus my anger/spare time on this guy. otherwise, I’m gonna continue to fed-ex all my sons crap filled diapers to the Minnesota Vikings, Care of” Percy Harvin.