The Legend of The Guy

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The Guy Roller Skating with the Kids Rink

This isn’t just a story about family fun and injury at a maximum-security roller skating rink. This transcends mere storytelling. It is a timeless tale, one where we simply served as honored witnesses to a legend. The Guy.

 

The Fortress of Roller Skating

When Max and Cody and I pulled up to the brick building, there wasn’t much to indicate that it was a roller skating rink at all, except that you could fit one in it, I guess. It could just have easily been a DMV or furry toilet seat manufacturer. We piled out and saw a ticket window nestled next the only visible door in the building. As I got closer, it was evident that the window was bullet-proof. Odd.

Looking up from her tabloid, the angry bag of used mashed potatoes that was running the ticket window sneered and took open pleasure in informing me that I could not enter with the coffee I had in my hand. As I paid for our tickets we learned that hats, tied sweaters, loose change and other such weapons of mass destruction were not allowed as well.

 
See my amazing videographer skills combined with roller skates. The long period of blackness was when I jammed my iPhone into my pocket because the on-rink security patrol sighted me. If you have sound you’ll hear them announce the upcoming “Hokey Pokey Macarena.” (Yes, you read that correctly.) Max won! I had mixed feelings about this.

So, I finished my coffee as quick as I could and then slammed into a door I had expected to open when pushed, but was actually locked. “I have to buzz you in!” Miss Potato barked at me. What kind of place was this!?!

We sorted out the right sizes and I spent the next 30 minutes or so lacing up all three sets of our skates. Then we were off! I used to play roller hockey, so I helped the boys out on their maiden voyage onto the rink, and pretty soon we were speeding along nicely together. And not much longer than that, I had my iPhone recording video (which was of course against regulations). →

We’re not to the legend part yet, though.

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha, WIPEOUT

Roller Skating Injury Rink Rash Torn Jeans 
Lizzie bought me these jeans only a week before. Whoops!

I wish I could blame my total FAIL on tied sweaters, spilled quarters, or over-sized shampoo bottles brought in by terrorists, but all that stuff was caught at the security checkpoint as we entered.

I was explaining leg-over-leg turning to the boys and then demonstrated, which is a recipe for disaster. How many tragic accidents were preceded by: “Here’s how you do it. Watch… Aughrrahhh(THUD/BOOM)!” To say the boys were entertained would be like saying Hitler was naughty.

As I sat there taking a break, I looked out at the rink and saw something I would remember for the rest of my life.

That’s when I saw him…

The Guy

Every roller or ice skating rink has got one. Each is legendary. He floats around like a ghost, aloof to the kiddies and amateurs invading his domain, frozen in another era where he and his trusty ponytail were both really cool. I watched as he spun and sped around with a skill and a famiarity that suggested his attendance at the rink was as regular as the sun’s is to the Earth. He was The Guy.

The Guy, Roller Skating Legend

I wanted to talk to The Guy. Just to say “hey” so could say that I said “hey” to The Guy. But, alas, his faraway stare was mesmerizing and seemed a sort of self-protective enchantment, as if he was far away, beyond reach, staring at the former hordes of bygone friends and love interests, still cheering him on, from rinks of the past. His smooth moves. His ponytail. His multi-colored armbands.

Maybe he was still just gliding around out there every day waiting for The Girl. She’d be wearing feather earrings and leg warmers, so he’d know she was The Girl immediately. He’d activate headband mode and a glittering disco ball, normally reserved for 16th birthdays and mitzvahs, would descend from the ceiling on cue. They’d join hands and kick off together and the sun would explode.

You see, The Guy isn’t just a guy (hence the capitalization). He is a symbol. An icon. He stands for all of the unanswered dreams, unfinished songs, un-thrown footballs and unrequited loves. Watching him, I realized that everyone has a The Guy in them. And that’s when I also realized I should have my knee checked for any kind of infection that can rapidly get to the brain.

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22 Comments

  • Amit says:

    Loved the closing section.. go differentiation!
    One of MY childhood memories is the time my dad took us to do ice-skating, the memory of his magnificent crushes made me laugh for years – till I become a mom, and started to fear those mom-is-looking-extra-stupid-and-we’ll-remember-it-for-life moments..
    You should definitely get this checked, I heard ppl can lose a leg from those things : -P

    • andy says:

      Yeah, I was worried about the Amazon jungle of bacteria in my leg. Seems totally fine, no amputation necessary.

      I am immune to dad-is-looking-extra-stupid-and-we’ll-remember-it-for-life moments. I am a total goof and everyone knows it, so I’ve got no dignity to lose. Ha ha!

  • Cheryl M. says:

    BAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

    Hubby and I got together when I was 19, back in 1991, so you can bet your asses that we were roller skating in the 80s.

    Well, we decided to take it up again a few years ago, and guess what…

    We were actually still pretty good at it! When we left off, he was teaching me to dance on skates. 🙂

    And no – we weren’t the only people in the whole place that were kinda good, lol. And we were dressed like normal people, lol.

    • andy says:

      Nice! Next time try to avoid wearing normal clothing, hit up a vintage clothing store, and you may pass for The Guy and The Girl. The Couple! Hopefully, the sun doesn’t explode from all of the awesomeness.

  • dadand:pete says:

    Was “The Guy” double-dutching or was he more flow-y, like Kira in Xanadu?

    • andy says:

      Ha ha! Definitely flowy, like a serpent winding through the flailing skaters. Not just winding around though, he was reversing and spinning, but it was slow and smooth as he sped along.

  • chad says:

    dude, you had to have been at Moonlight. you think The Guy is sick? come to my ‘hood to World on Wheels and you’ll see a whole other breed of ‘skaters. it’s like Professor X had a skating school and hid it a the junction of Venice and San Vicente. trust!

    • andy says:

      Ha ha ha ha! It was Moonlight. I’d get a super big kick out of bearing witness to Professor X’s School for Gifted Skaters. I trust you! The geographical location is proof enough of that. 😉

  • Kimberly says:

    That sounds like the freakiest skating rink ever. No cameras? What gives? But I’m glad you had fun. I used to figure skate and roller blade, but for some reason the side-by-side wheels on old-school roller skates still give me trouble. Nonetheless, I’m looking forward to bringing my kids to our local rink when they get a bit older.

    As for The Guy, we have a whole crew of them at our rink. They do choreographed routines and skate-offs. It’s amazing to watch. The breakdancing moves those Guys can do are impressive! Your line about the sun exploding was literary brilliance. Hehe.

    • andy says:

      Freakiest for sure. Sure there were cameras. Security cameras.

      I wonder what went down in that place in the past, because one thing is pretty certain, most laws and regulations come AFTER crimes and bad incidents. No one comes up with a law prohibiting people from putting bubble gum on a llama’s eyelids unless some psycho actually did this.

      I had trouble with the side-by-side wheels as well, buy you’ll have a whole new kind of blast when you go with your kids. Enjoy!

  • Funny article, as always.

    Growing up my friend’s dad owned the local skating rink, which is where everyone hung out. Our “guy” was a wiry, 6 foot tall dude with a huge afro, who wore an orange polyester suit and dark sunglasses. None of that mattered because he could skate backwards, do splits, and jump the rail separating the rink from the food court.

    Then he sold the rink to a laser tag company, and we all know how that went. I miss the guy too.

    • andy says:

      I wish my rink’s The Guy had that The Guy. He sounds like a sight to behold. Ha ha!

      I am actually very curious where he might have gone off to. Someone who is a The Guy doesn’t just stop being a The Guy because his rink becomes a laser tag emporium.

      • My guess, he’s still skating in countries that are experiencing their “80’s”, like Croatia and Prague. Either that, or he’s an 8th grade math teacher with one hell of a fetish.

  • MotherDuck says:

    I want a fuzzy toilet seat. Seriously.

    • andy says:

      I dunno. It seems like a fun item, but it really really seems like a product that could go wrong fast. Definitely not for a house with 4 boys/men. Even I want to say “Eeeeewww.”

  • MotherDuck says:

    It would purely be for art!

    • andy says:

      Then I would stare at it, pinching my chin thoughtfully and then sign knowingly, so that I looked really intelligent and arty. Then i would forget to zip up my fly.

  • Amazing! I hope they do!

  • The Girl says:

    I used to be “The Girl” at my ice skating rink. You described the state of zen that one reaches in the midst of a good skating session beautifully. You made me miss it.

  • Pete says:

    This video is not optimized for mobile. 🙁

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