It’s kind of sad that sometimes the coolest things ever are completely inexplainable. Or at least the coolness and awesomeness of them are. In social gatherings, there are few things worse than excitedly telling somebody about something incredible or funny that happened, only to have them shrug their shoulders afterwards as if they’ve just lost a moment of their life that they’ll never get back.
Such moments usually end with the phrase, “I guess you had to be there.” It’s a phrase that nobody likes to hear. It means that the excitement of the story has officially been pooped on.
This one time, I was playing racquetball with my buddy Dave. As is the case with most racquetball courts, this court had a small open window at the top of the back wall. It doesn’t happen often, but every once in a while, a mishit ball finds its way through the window, at which point you either say goodbye to it forever, or you take a long walk upstairs to go track it down. No matter when it happens, it unexpectedly and abruptly stops the game. It ruins the rally. It takes the wind right out of your sails.
So was the case when Dave and I were playing. The ball was hit and disappeared through the window. But get this… it bounced off of something on the other side and bounced right back in. Can you believe that? One second we were deflated as it disappeared, and a split-second later we were elated beyond elated when it reappeared like magic. It was crazy. Neither one of us had ever seen that happen. The perfection that had to go into such a hit made it a one in a million experience.
Hmmm… I guess you had to be there. I promise, it was really, really funny and it was really, really awesome when it happened. It was like… it was like… oh, never mind. Dave can back me up on this story.
Another time, I was hanging out with Tweni and Dave after a Black Friday shopping trip. It was around 3 AM, and I had fallen asleep on the couch while my two friends debated amongst themselves whether or not they wanted to go stand in line for the 5 AM sale. Tweni leaned over me and started moving her hand toward me to shake me awake. Before she ever touched me, and while I was still asleep, I shot my own hand out, grabbed her fist, perfectly cupping it, and gave her a death grip. It scared the crud out of her. I had been dreaming about something. She was a bad guy and I was pulling out my Jedi moves.
Seriously, it was so cool. To grab her hand like that, as if I could perfectly see what was going on in real life while I was still asleep… Hmmm… I guess you had to be there. I promise, it was so incredibly awesome when it happened. It was like… it was like… oh, never mind. Tweni can back me up on this story.
[groan] See what I’m saying? Two of the coolest stories of my life, and you’re probably sitting there scratching your head wondering why the crap I think they’re cool at all. Trust me they were. If you had been there, you would know. You would agree.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
PS. Everybody has “guess you had to be there” stories! You do. Sally Sue does. Even Jim Bob over there. Everybody comment today! What’s yours?