I WAS SCHOOLED
Yesterday I went to a movie completely out of my comfort-zone: GODZILLA.
I was kindly coerced into this fool-hardy enterprise by a friend’s youngest son, Eric, a future Roanoke College baseball player.
While watching a minor league team play, my friend and I were surrounded by mythological monster masters… eleven up-and-coming baseball draft picks with immeasurable knowledge of Godzilla, Kong, and their cohorts.
They spoke of Godzilla with great passion. (I do not jest!)
Feeling properly chastised for my lack of cinematic mythological knowledge, and that my friend and I were the only ones in the entire world NOT aware of this vital information, I agreed to see Godzilla.
Arriving at the theater, I awaited my new-found monster crew.
Surprisingly, I enjoyed the movie.
However, I needed a family-tree or a yearbook to follow the ancestry of these ancient monsters that seemed to be well-known to both an eight-year-old boy with his proud father (who were seated one row behind us) and the group of four college baseball players released from their day-practice because of rain.
Complete with chest thumps and some kind of secret salute every time Godzilla’s theme music and his appearance graced the big screen, my small squadron of mythological paleontologists enthusiastically enjoyed the movie.
I discovered every one of my fellow movie-goers were at one time second-grade dinosaur aficionados… they just have not grown-up?
I asked about the chest thumps… it was sometime about love and respect. The youngest of the baseball players said that “If it had to be explained, I was too old to understand.”
Written for FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: THE BOX OFFICE PICTURE. I was not able to reduce the story to the required minimum of 100 words, but I decided to publish it anyway.