Gym Kings

A youtube video made me remember a clique of kids in highschool who didn't know they were a clique. They didn't know because me and my clique never told them.This is the link. I don't recommend watching it, though. It's a real peice of shit video.

We called them Gym Kings. They were guys and girls who, because they were never good enough to play on real sports teams, made gym class their sole forum for acheiving athletic glory. Always the de facto captians in flag football and always willing to peg the deaf kid in a tight game of battle pins, the Gym Kings believed that legends were made in those twenty minutes before fourth period lunch.

Once in a while, though, there was a reality check. When the actual captain of an actual highschool sports team had enough of Gym King-antics (ususally if they felt distracted from flirting with hot freshmen) they would, in a matter of minutes, crush a Gym King's team, so severely, as to make the score board totally irrelevant. After Kenya Johnson busted Sean Delaney's (King of all Gym Kings) nose with a spiked serve that he saw comming, the Gym Kings got the message that there were to be limits on phony bravura.

Those same Gym Kings are now adults in the world. They are not hard to find. They are the ball-busting door men and women at your office, guys who stay sober for karaoke night, they are regular callers on conservative talk radio...