My grandpa is high energy and loves to talk. If people are willing to listen (or even unwilling at times), he brings back the glory days: bowling titles, adult softball games, little league coaching championships, etc.
Grandpa loves to raz people with his favorite target being his son-in-law, my uncle Kevin.
On one occasion, the two were going back and forth on the phone with my grandma listening. My grandpa ended the conversation with a remark that rendered a routine lecture from my grandma. She demanded he call Kevin back and apologize.
Acting like the lecture actually sunk in, my grandpa grabbed the phone and redialed hastily.
The challenging thing about phones and people over 80 is that the numbers are so small.My grandpa fell victim to this. Instead of dialing Kevin, he unknowingly dialed 911.
As soon as the operator answered the phone, my grandpa started with a smirk neither giving in to my Grandma’s wishes or who he thought was Kevin.
“Kevin, I was just calling back to let you know...that you can kiss my ass!” Click.Hanging up with a big grin, my grandpa ensured that he had gotten the last word. So, he thought.
Anytime there is a 911 hang up, the police must respond in person. So five minutes after my grandpa had thought he won, a squad car pulled into the driveway.
At this point, my grandpa, the Gloryman, spun his wheels caught in the rare occasion where his charm and wit couldn’t win. The police officer glared at him like an elderly man that had escaped his supervision.
Enter “the Glue”. My grandma.
Like so many times prior, my grandma came to my grandpa’s rescue reinforcing that everything was okay and that it was just a ridiculous stunt by my grandpa, "the Gloryman."
Completely baffled, the police officer shrugged and left with the only advice he could,
“Alright, well you take care of him...”
At this point, The Glue gave a stare, and The Gloryman shrugged knowing better than to start.
On every team, family, and staff there is the Gloryman. We love him for the high energy and positive emotion he brings. Sometimes, we even wonder,
“How does the Gloryman get away with what he does?”If we look closer though, the answer is blatant.
The Glue.The Glue holds the group together and serves as the filter the Gloryman never seemed to develop. The glue maintains the bridges the Gloryman did his best to burn.
Indeed, the gloryman receives the praise, the attention, and the accolades; however, even he knows that all the glory wouldn’t be possible without the Glue.
Over the holidays, I challenge you to identify who plays the role of the Glue on the teams that you love the most.
I am lucky to have many people that serve as the Glue in my life.Specifically, my wife Katie, my mom, and of course both of my Grandmas.
Over the next week, continue to laugh with and enjoy the Gloryman, but I challenge you to also recognize and thank the people that play the glue in your life.
Lucas*A shoutout to my Aunt Mindy for replaying this scene as an objective, primary source. I can only imagine.