Spring Break Story

He’s tall peeking at 6’5’’. She’s tall, for a female, reaching 6’2’’. He is known for his excellent skills and good looks. She is known for her outspoken personality and good looks. They both are athletic and majored in communications in college. Although he is better known than she is, she surprised him with her presence that night.

It all started on a Monday, the first day of Spring break. We sat there bored, cold, and in Nebraska. All through the night our phones rang off the hook from other friends who were fortunate enough to actually have a Spring break outside of the middle of the U.S. No lakes, no oceans, no extravagant malls, no friends, just her, me, and the cold, isolated city of Omaha.

Instead of feeling sorry for ourselves about the situation, we packed our clothes, and headed on a short trip to Kansas City, Missouri. The question was, were we cut out or even expecting what was ahead of us?

Two girls, in their twenties, no money, and no destination ahead of them. A spur of the moment trip brings more surprises than they had expected.

They arrived in Kansas City around 2 p.m., got lost in the “bad” part of town by 3 p.m., noticed bars on all the windows of businesses by 3:30 p.m., and finally by 4 p.m. were sitting in a gas station looking for directions. Finally, getting their directions they headed downtown Kansas City wondering if their luck to find a destination was going to get any worse. After stopping at four different hotels that all seemed to be vacant, they settled in a Super 8 which was completely empty, so the shape the hotel was in was obvious, but the time spent there would be minimal.

After showering and getting “dolled” up, we walked down the dark sidewalks of Kansas City, finally, reaching the only place we wanted to call home—the bar.

Two hours later, being two young girls that obvious could not have the fun as the other Missourians, were done for the night and hungry. It’s amazing how much one person can fit in their stomach at the end of the night. Fortunately, the bar across the street had a pizza stand in it and it just so happened to be the best pizza in town. Making their way to the next bar, the girls went their separate ways.

Approximately 30 minutes later, there my friend Jess was screaming at me from across the bar, “Kylie you have to come here!”

As I neared closer to her I noticed a group of five other people sitting around here laughing. She looked like a kid in a candy shop, perked up, big smile, pizza all over her hands and face. But, instead of using a paper towel to wipe her hands on she decided to use the bright, white, clean t-shirt of Tony Gonzalez, Kansas City Chiefs tight end football player.

“Kylie, you have got to feel his abs, his muscles, he is so buff,” she said to me as she ran her hands down the front and back of his shirt.

As for Tony, no smile, yet no anger, just amazement. He is a pro-football player and some twenty something year old girl is rubbing pizza all over him while admiring his muscles. While he sat there in astonishment, I stood there and laughed. Everyone knew he was there, but no one wanted to be that “crazy fan.” Not one person approached him the whole night even though every person wanted too. But, my friend Jess did and she definitely made her presence known.

Gonzalez states on his Web site that, “He loves to meet new people and enjoys talking to his fans.” That night, it seemed as if Jess was his biggest fan although it is still unsure of whether or not she actually realized who she was talking to at the time.

Though they had a lot in common, both living in Midwest states, both fans of Barack Obama, both with good looks and high IQ’s, the chemistry just was not there that night, but I guarantee the pizza stains were and will always be.