Thursday, September 10, 2009
Just when I thought I made it, I began my freshman year at Louisiana State University and slid from hot shot to not-shot.
By the way ... Army had the nickname of "Ground Pounders" and Air Force were "Flyboys".
But what really made that first semester so special was the fourth roommate we had in the dorm suite, Phil Miley, the freshman punter from Bogalusa, Louisiana. Phil was 6'8" and weighed all of 300+ pounds ... and as gentle a soul as you would ever meet. He was soft spoken, had a Looooosiannna drawl and always willing to lend a hand when someone needed help.
I think it was the first week that Phil freaked me out. He walked over and sat on my bed in the middle of the night. Actually he sat on my legs and he also happened to be stark naked. Phil stared down at me without any expression ... just staring ... no hint of his signature grin.
"Phhhphhhphhil?" I calmly said. "You're ... um ... you're sitting on my legs".
"Well ... really it's okay if if if you wwwwant to do that."
Still no movement.
"You wanna trade beds? Is that what you want? Sure ... I will. Don't like yours, huh?"
Phil calmly got up, turned and went back to his bed.
I, of course, didn't sleep (that night or any other). I got up cautiously that morning at 4AM to polish my shoes for ROTC and tiptoed out the door. I saw Phil later and he acted as if nothing happened. He was his old jovial self and in fact never mentioned again. But I was always sleeping with one eye open never knowing when he might get "frisky" again.
Months later at dinner, I remember, he turned to me and said, "Hey, know what I forgot to tell you. Sometimes I walk in my sleep ... probably won't happen here but just in case ... didn't want you to be concerned."
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