What does that mean, you ask? Well, a normal person would just assume that Hank was lying, padding his resume. Something like:
“So, Hank, you keeping in shape?”
“Sure, (coach) Joe (Paopao)! I … um… punt recreationally!”
This reminds me of a time, just about ten years ago, when I was living in the city with Jake. Atti and I applied for jobs as security guards and Atti decided to sweeten the pot by adding “3 years martial arts training” to his application form.
That’s what a “normal” person would assume. Between Sean and I, however, we managed to twist Hank Ilesic into some mythological figure whose lot (and only joy) in life is to tote along a bag full of J-5-Vs (the old football standard of the CFL), punting. This would have been enough, so we had to continue.
I believe the big turn came when Hank didn’t make the Renegades. See, between Sean and I, we reasoned that Hank didn’t make the team because he hit Paopao’s kid with a ball. Upon being escorted from the practice facility, Hank could be heard screaming “I got one in here for you too, Paopao!”
From there, Hank became a twisted, bitter man. His only joy, punting, had been transformed into a malicious, havoc-wreaking passion. “F#ck that! F#ck you! F#ck everyone!”
After causing some damage, Hank was forced into community service as a Big Brother. Bobby, a little orphan boy, came to love Hank, but Hank’s heart of stone would not turn.
“I love you, Hank.”
“F#ck. Whatever.” [punt]
His indifference has not changed Bobby’s heart. And Bobby’s continued devotion has turned Hank malicious.
“Do you love me, Hank?”
“No. Haw haw.”
Of course, you’ve learned by now that we cannot leave anything where it is. We decided to add a science-fiction twist to Hank’s adventures.
As we did with Dorian Boose (which is the subject for a future posting), we inserted Hank into a part in Flash Gordon. Unlike Boose, though, we made Hank the jealous Prince Barin.
Lines such as “We certainly welcome you all to stay,” became “I welcome you to f#ck off!”
Hank also saw time in place of Kurt Russell in Big Trouble in Little China:
"Six Demon Bag? F#ck your six-demon bag. I got a bag of J-5-f#cking-Vs here." [punt]
"No horse-sh!t, Jack?"
"F#ck you, Wang."
"You know what Jack Burton always says."
"F#ck you, Lo-Pan."
Most recently came Hallowe’en , when Hank took Bobby trick-or-treating as part of his community service.
“Gimme that candy.”
“You gonna check it for poisum, Hank?”
“F#ck that. I’m gonna eat it.”
“You MUST love me. You’re keeping me from eating candy that would be bad for me. Thank you, Hank!”
“What? F#ck. Whatever.”
If this seems stupid to you, well, you’re probably not alone, but it’s kept me amused this long, and it will probably continue to, well into… um… December?
Hank will always have a place in my heart, even if he is a cold, unfeeling bastard who is only happy when he’s punting recreationally.