So we’re at my neph’s Bar Mitzvah (ftnitk – it’s a confirmation for jewish kids.  Bar for boys, Bat for girls, B’Nai if there’s more than one, ie plural), and I step outside for a breath of fresh air.  I used to smoke like a chimney so I think it’s a subconscious need to go outside and at least smell the smoke

A few of my wife’s cousins were out there, A, J, O, S, & F with a few of their wives (I told them I would never use their names on my blog and I meant it).  So A & J are trying to hit a sign with snowballs, both missing in epic fashion (yes, epic is my WOTD so if you don’t like it, suck it!), and I didn’t want to either embarrass them by hitting it the first time, or myself by missing even worse, so I let them go at it.  While they were doing this, a group of local kids came walking by.  Keep in mind, we’re all in button down shirts and ties, the kids are all in coats, hats, and gloves.  This is Philadelphia in December kiddies, it was pretty freakin cold.

So the kids start making snowballs and making fun of A&J for missing.  J, who is taller and bigger than I am (I’m 6’2″, 220) looks them over and says, “What’s UP?” in a challenging tone.  I realize quickly that they are all armed, and the only ones that have any on our side are A&J and their aim hasn’t been so good.  So I get two in hand and slide up behind J when the first one throws.  The three of us with snowballs manage to keep them at bay, meanwhile I’m praying the rest of the crowd gets some ready and they charge us.

Luckily, their aim is pretty sucky too, they’re rushing, trying to hide behind cars and all that.  This poor girl, probably around 15, has this small boulder in her hands and starts to charge us.  Me?  I stood there waiting for it.  She chucks it, pretty hard I might add, and I catch it in midair, and peg her in the ass with it while she tries to get away.  ”Dude, that guy fuckin caught it midair!” I heard, as a bigger kid tries to peg me in the head.  Again, I caught it and hit him with it as well.  The problem is, I’m standing out there alone with only a partially crushed snowball in my hand behind my back.

J, A, S, F, O, and A2 come charging in and pelt the kids till they start running.

What a cool feeling.  Gotta love winning a snowball fight.  We went back and forth, them trying to get cheap shots, us trying to get back inside without being tagged as we walked through the door.  The funniest thing was the people who worked at the place were cheering for us

We went back inside and J slaps me on the shoulder.  ”You’re nuts man” he says talking about catching them in midair.  ”I can still probably hit 2nd base from a crouch.  I was a catcher for 6 years and I have really good aim.”  He laughed saying, “No doubt!”

Cool bonding situation.

Oh, and Mike  and MammaDawg?  Snow is what happens when rain gets really really cold.  You can sometimes pack it together in a ball and throw it at people.

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