Rob and his Kodak Medalist IIThe fact is, it's about hand speed, or just plain speed, really. One could imagine being beaten pretty handily by a guy 40 pounds one's weight junior if that guy had quicker hands with better placement. Sure, a take down would cover it, but that take down better as heck be faster than those hands, or at least just as fast, so as to neutralize them sooner than later. In Rob's case here, there Danny and I were just minding our own business, talking loudly outside a coffee shop on Mott, instructing tourists where to get their coffee, bantering about weirdness, drinking cups of crazy, and here's Rob, sauntering by unsuspecting with his new Kodak Medalist II, the camera of choice for photojournalists during World War II, and he just springs the trap POW! and Danny and I pounce, "Hey! That's a big camera! Whoah! Get a load of that camera!" and he never had a chance. He was a good sport though. Better than that cranky father of those tourists.
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The barrage. I love the tag team barrage. What a fun thing to do to someone unsuspecting and (by the looks of him) kind of quiet and shy.
I dont think you give rob enough credit. he was instrumental to the whole scenario. He was truly cool. He gushed over the camera in the most ungushy way you could imagine. And when toddy finally released him he continued ambling down the sidewalk as though nothing at all had happened.
I do love the wrassling metaphor tho
Its true, Rob was pretty composed, but yeah, he definitely didn't know what to make of us, even as gracious as we came off.
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