The strangest way to get invited to a New Year’s Eve party is by two-way radio.
What a bash it was. Even though there was no such thing as texting and driving in 1983, you couldn’t trust any drivers on New Year’s Eve, even with your roof lights and sirens glaring and blaring. Even without distracted driving, there was no guarantee that cars would get out of the way in 1983 because it was New Year’s Eve. Parking at a New Year’s party when it’s packed wasn’t easy so you just parked on the street and ran in. New Year’s Eve brawls are not created equal but they share common elements – conflict, anger, rage, frustration, contempt, envy, jealousy, sadness, madness, bitterness, contempt, even outright hatred.
Rustic Roan (not his real name) was drunk. He pushed his girlfriend Terlis Vinnis (not her real name). Sordith Jervin (not his real name) was working as bouncer. He grabbed Rustic Roan who started throwing punches at Sordith. Twelve men and women joined the brawl. There were no cell phones in 1983 so the bartender used a landline to call the cops. The brawl didn’t go viral. No one filmed the brawl. No one uploaded it to Youtube. I almost slipped on the vomit in the lobby.
Bar brawls all look alike but there’s something more intense about New Year’s Eve brawls. There seems to be a greater sense of urgency to them because the year is running out. Google ‘’New Year’s Eve brawl research” and you get 26,800,000 results in 0.45 seconds but none of the hits actually show any studies that corroborate my theory that New Year’s Eve brawls are in fact more intense than ordinary brawls on any other day or night of the year.
Rustic Roan couldn’t think of anything original. ‘’F#@$ YOU, PIG’’…’’COME ON, PIG, LET’S GO”…’’I’LL F&%$ING KILL YOU PIG.” In 1983, people used the word “huge” a lot. ‘’Man, Rustic Roan is huge.” Muscle or mush, it didn’t matter. Huge was a catch-all. His jacket was XXXL. In 1983, huge guys bought excessively huge clothes. On the way to the police station, Rustic Roan punched the screen, kicked the screen, made death threats, and then all hell broke loose. He started bawling. In 1983, weeping hysterically was called bawling. Today, bawling means something different. “Hey man, like, he’s balling out there’’ and ‘’Like, you know, I just balled out tonight, like what can I say.”
Rustic Roan bawled all the way to the police station. Then he bawled at the police station. The desk sergeant had enough of Rustic Roan’s bawling. “Tell him to shut the F%$# up!!!” We dropped a lot of F-bombs in 1983. There was a lot on conflict in 1983, the result of Cognitive Dissonance – a pain, literally and figuratively. Cognitive Dissonance is psychological pain, a burning inner hell fired up by regret. During my 15-year police career between 1975-1990, I saw a lot of Cognitive Dissonance manifest during New Year’s Eve brawling and bawling. There’s something about New Year’s Eve that makes all hell break loose. New Year’s Eve is symbolic – it looks too much like a finish line. When you look at New Year’s Eve as a finish line, the mind confuses New Year’s Eve with a real finish line. That’s what made Rustic Roan brawl and bawl. He saw a finish line and it scared the hell out of him, literally and figuratively.
Rustic Roan spilled his guts on New Year’s Eve. He vomited in the back seat of the cruiser. Then he vomited at the police station. The desk sergeant was pissed off when I changed cruisers without cleaning it up. In 1983, a lot of people were pissed off. But it was all done live, in-person, not by keyboard.
I saw Rustic Roan about a week later. He was standing in line to order coffee. I was in the same line. He was sober. He didn’t call me names or call me out. He nodded. I nodded. Rustic Roan had stopped brawling and stopped bawling. He seemed at #peace but it was only January. I have no idea if he made New Year’s Resolutions but I’m positive that if he did, all his resolutions grew old just like he would, if he did nothing.
New Year’s Resolutions are never enough. You need to make a pledge. Making a pledge will change your life: https://ginoarcaro.com/the-pledge/ This article is a copyrighted excerpt of a new book I’m writing about how not to waste your potential or your team’s potential, how to avoid the cognitive dissonance caused by underachieving, how to avoid the pain and suffering of wasting your life, and how to avoid brawling and bawling on New Year’s Eve.
May you lift yourself and others with your light instead of darkness. May you enjoy the fullness of life in 2016 and help your team do the same. May you and your team go beyond the call of duty.
Blessings & all good things.
Gino Arcaro M.Ed., B.Sc., Level 3 NCCP (Nat’l Coaching Certification Program)
Head coach – Niagara X-Men Football
Owner – X Fitness Inc.
Blogs – www.GinoArcaro.com and www.SWATFootball.ca