The Wrath of Don Flamenco
Justin Watson
Issue date: 11/19/09 Section: Features
Law school is tough, and sometimes those lessons we need to get through it cannot be found in your casebook. Thus, in sharing with you a life lesson experience that carved me into the burgeoning advocate of law and justice I am today, I present to you the first part of my upcoming series, "Awesome: A User's Guide to Law School and Being Awesome".
The wrath of Don Flamenco
You remember what it was like…..it's 1988, and your mother is calling for you and your Gizmo t-shirt to get upstairs for dinner. You know that if you are late one more time, daddy will drink more of his grownup apple juice and physically express his contempt for his own life on you. As you fly up the stairs, heart pounding, you cannot take your mind off what just happened at your NES console just seconds before. It consumes your every thought and colors your every emotion. You just got your ass handed to you by the Second Don Flamenco.
[If you don't know who I'm talking about, stop right here. You can either accept this reality and ride out your remaining years with a perm and a Miata, or you can take corrective action now by downloading Mike Tyson's Punchout for Nintendo and having that childhood American corporate executives wanted you to have. Then come back here and read on.]
"What just happened?", you think to yourself. Your thoughts linger back to 45 minutes ago when you faced that silly Spaniard for the first time. He came out with a rose in his mouth like your uncle used to, pranced around the ring taunting you and making that little whimpering "mwhe" sound, then unleashed his Flamenco Uppercut, a punch about as effective as the cover letter you sent to Williams & Connely. You dodged left and pounded him like a Miller Lite at an SBA happy hour. If you were horrible enough at this game to take him to the second round, he would try to intimidate you with frivolous taunts like, "People like my hair. Don't mess my hair!" The Flamenco Dance….. "Haha," you chuckle to yourself as you remember how badly you ruined the self esteem of the last kid in your elementary school who tried to imitate it.
The wrath of Don Flamenco
You remember what it was like…..it's 1988, and your mother is calling for you and your Gizmo t-shirt to get upstairs for dinner. You know that if you are late one more time, daddy will drink more of his grownup apple juice and physically express his contempt for his own life on you. As you fly up the stairs, heart pounding, you cannot take your mind off what just happened at your NES console just seconds before. It consumes your every thought and colors your every emotion. You just got your ass handed to you by the Second Don Flamenco.
[If you don't know who I'm talking about, stop right here. You can either accept this reality and ride out your remaining years with a perm and a Miata, or you can take corrective action now by downloading Mike Tyson's Punchout for Nintendo and having that childhood American corporate executives wanted you to have. Then come back here and read on.]
"What just happened?", you think to yourself. Your thoughts linger back to 45 minutes ago when you faced that silly Spaniard for the first time. He came out with a rose in his mouth like your uncle used to, pranced around the ring taunting you and making that little whimpering "mwhe" sound, then unleashed his Flamenco Uppercut, a punch about as effective as the cover letter you sent to Williams & Connely. You dodged left and pounded him like a Miller Lite at an SBA happy hour. If you were horrible enough at this game to take him to the second round, he would try to intimidate you with frivolous taunts like, "People like my hair. Don't mess my hair!" The Flamenco Dance….. "Haha," you chuckle to yourself as you remember how badly you ruined the self esteem of the last kid in your elementary school who tried to imitate it.
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posted 11/20/09 @ 10:36 AM EST
Ha. Don Flamenco Reference via Google Search. Terrific context.
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posted 11/29/09 @ 5:24 AM EST
The Spanish have a proven history of dressing in silly outfits, confusing you with sexual undertones, and then whipping ass whilst their opponents are giggling hysterically. (Continued…)
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posted 12/14/09 @ 2:42 PM EST
It is a very informative article.
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