The Apotheosis of “Skip” Bowlinksi

Mar 11, 2009

My friends, I’m not going to pretend that what happened at the Homestead this past weekend was a good thing. Let’s just say that it happened. The context was the annual New Canaan Society’s retreat and suffice it to say that that mustachioed superfreak known to the world as “Skip” Bowlinski once again intruded upon what would otherwise have been a genteel and decorous occasion. I’ll try to post some video here asap, to show you what went down, but by the time it was all over I had yet again gotten sucked into the greasy whirlpool that is “Skip”. Somehow I drank the scuzzy Kool-Aid and will probably never be able to explain just how it happened. I feel foolish — and yet also liberated somehow. Because if I can be fooled by this deep-fried conundrum of a human being it proves that I’m as vulnerable as the next guy. Keep in mind that I have no idea what I’m saying right now. By the time it was all over I’d been awarded something called the “Golden Robe Award” and was given a cheap trophy and made to pose for pictures… it could have happened to anyone, but looking back on it I’m still a bit buffaloed. I don’t know who that guy in the golden smoking jacket is — but I know that it happened and I’ll have to live with it. The New Canaan Society wants to put the kibosh on my going public with this, but that’s not going to happen. I’m speaking out and they can’t stop me. I don’t think they can… In any case, this is not over…